Hugo-
Monday. No. Not today thankyou very much. I squeeze my eyes tight and exhale. Sitting up groggily I look around to see if anyone else is in the room. Nope. And as I look down at myself I'm bloody glad. My ehh little mate is up before I was. Typical. Being a teenage boy can be challenging, even worse when you have to share a room. Limited privacy. I roll out of bed and look for some sort of clothes to cover my admittedly amazing body. Vain? Me? Mum says that as soon as I was born I looked over the nurses shoulder towards my own reflection. As well as saving my family from seeing me naked, It's also necessary to cover up to hide my new tattoo.. It's been a secret so far. Mum would flip! But come on, a cartoon owl is cute right?
I wonder where everyone is, Tilda is probably getting her morning smoke. Oh wait, we're not supposed to know about that either. My sister didn't manage to get the gene of acting secretive . I on the other hand... But where's the other two? I catch my refelection in the mirror, my hair is getting long man! I ruffle it and wink to myself. "Don't loose faith mate. You cutie you" Moring pep talk is complete. Now breakfast? As I shuffle to the kitchen I check my phone, I fell asleep texting this girl and she's mad about it. What's wrong with this chica? I mean I would understand if I did something wrong, but sleeping? You get to sleep in prison! I think I need to get off her crazy train at the next available station. I put my phone away, but I think better of it... I mean. She is really hot...
