I shot straight up, covered in sweat. I hate my nightmares... whenever I have one it has something to do with that girl that helped me a couple of years ago. I could make out that it was a warning about something that'll happen when I'm somewhere around twenty-two... the same warning, ever time I have a nightmare, and it was apperently going to be big. Extremely bored, I laid back down on my bed and rolled over. I wouldn't have to worry for a while, considering I was only sixteen. I tried sleeping, but couldn't, so I decided to just sit there, doing nothing until it just came naturally.
I woke up normally this time, slowly getting up as the light coming in through the window burned my eyes. I stood up and stretched, looking around my room for no actual reason, and making my way towards the closet. I went with the first pair of clothing I grabbed, which was a black shirt and some ripped jeans. As I began getting dressed, I heard a knock on my bedroom door, then quickly questioned it in my mind, considering it was only 7:00... on saturday. I grabbed my belt and began to put it on, opening the door as I finished putting it on. "Well hello good friend!" Dan said, walking right in and closing the door behind him,
"What's up with the jubilation?" I asked him, sitting on the edge of my bed.
"What's up with it?" Dan asked, talking in the voice of some advertiser, "Why, it may be because I just recieved this!" He said, pulling out his wallet and opening it.
"So what, it's a picture of you," I said, not getting it.
"But look what it's on, good sir!" Dan said, handing me the wallet. I'm pretty sure I dropped a golden brick about then.
"How in the heck did you get a driver's license and when?" I said, handing the wallet back to Dan.
"One, I passed, Two, yesterday. I just didn't have the time to tell you then, but it's still exciting!" Dan said, nearly yelling with a triumphant sounding voice.
"Well quiet yourself before you wake my mom up," I said standing up, "So what work do we gotta do for some money today?" I asked him.
"You're not gonna like it bro," Dan said, becoming less happy sounding.
"What is it? Remember, we need this money for... whatever we decide to use it for when we get it," I said to Dan.
"We gotta help Mr. Simmings down the road clean the exterior of his house AND his yard," Dan said, sounding happier compared to what he said.
"Old Man Simmings?" I asked.
"Yep," Dan replied. Before I go further, let me explain 'Old Man Simmings'. This guy is 75 years old and loses his sanity more and more every day, sadly. Dan and I try to do things to help him out, but it usually ends with a few jocks from school saying some... words... and Mr. Simmings yelling at us for what seems like no reason at the moment. We do get money in the end though, which we never asked for, to clarify. At first we'd just stay for a few minutes and talk about what else he needed done, then we'd leave, making plans to work that into tomorrows work, then one day he paid us for working. Old man Simmings may be losing it, but he knows what it's like for kids who WANT to work but aren't allowed to. So to sum him up, Old Man Simmings can be enjoyable to be around, if you can make it through the rough.
"Can't be that bad," I said walking out of my bedroom door with Dan and closing my door.
"True, True," Dan said, following me.
