Tentacle_Lover
Supernova
- Joined
- Mar 9, 2009
Aiden yawned as he awoke, slowly sitting up and rubbing his head. He felt.....well, awful really. He hadn't slept well, having weird dreams all night long that had kept coming close to waking him up. The way his bedsheets were tangled...he could tell he had been tossing and turning all night. And to make matters worse, it was a Monday....the start of another long...long week at school. The 15 year old boy groaned again as he turned to swing his legs out and slowly stand up. "I hate mondays....ugh....wish mom would let me take the day off just once....but she'll never agree to let me do that...." As was his usual ritual, Aiden went across to the bathroom in order to take his morning shower, taking the usual 15 minutes or so before returning to his bedroom to get himself dressed. Same thing every morning....week after week.....god Aiden was just getting tired of the same thing over and over like this, same old routine. He couldn't wait to graduate from school....hopefully college would be different, more interesting.
"Ok....can't hang around here all morning...." Once he was finally ready, Aiden gave his hair a quick comb through, before turning to leave his room and head downstairs. "Hope breakfast is ready....I'm starved after all that tossing around last night...." The boy ran his hands through his hair for a few moments before getting to the kitchen, opening the door and walking through in order to take his usual seat. "Morning..." The uttering was to nobody in particular, simply to everyone in the room, same thing Aiden did every morning.
"Ok....can't hang around here all morning...." Once he was finally ready, Aiden gave his hair a quick comb through, before turning to leave his room and head downstairs. "Hope breakfast is ready....I'm starved after all that tossing around last night...." The boy ran his hands through his hair for a few moments before getting to the kitchen, opening the door and walking through in order to take his usual seat. "Morning..." The uttering was to nobody in particular, simply to everyone in the room, same thing Aiden did every morning.