The sun was creeping through the wooden blinds; they were shut, but still, somehow, the sun found a way thought. Heating the room up, a boy started to stir in bed. Populating the bed was a 19 year old boy called Alinthea. One leg hanging out of the bed and the covers half on and half off, exposing his back to the now warming air. He only had a pair of blue and while boxers on, as he couldn't sleep in anything more. His hair was ruffled up and stood on end; normally, it was long and was swept over his left eye in an 'emo' fashioned style. Alintheaâ??s hair, for some reason, became blonder in the sun; he always wondered why his hair did this, he didnâ??t mind though, he liked blond hair. His skin was a pale white; it looked like he hadnâ??t been in the sun much in his life. Unfortunately, he had, what some people liked to say, Irish skin. He would step into the sun, burn after a few minutes and go white once again, after a few days. So, as expected, he resented the sun. Alinthea didnâ??t like going on hot holidays, or to warm places full stop. He liked exploring, somewhere that wasnâ??t so hot it would burn off your skin, but somewhere that was a pleasant temperature.
Alinthea was a Games Technology Student and a photographer. He loved just going out on a nice evening and taking his camera with him. His father always wondered why he would just go out on his own, but the truth was, if Alinthea had his camera and his iPod, he was happy. He had won a few competitions on forums and on photography sites for his work, which always made him happy. He had never gone to a single photography class; his friends said that he was born with the â??Photography Eyeâ??, which could be true. His other passion was playing and designing games. Ever since he was a kid, he always played on some sort of console, whether it was a handheld or a TV console. He currently had, a PS3, X-BOX 360, PSP, DS, GBA-SP, GBA, Virtual Boy and so on. He loved some of the old school consoles that he had, and wanted to design some games for them, but knew it was a waste of time, as they were now, according to the industry standards, Retro.
Slowly moving out of the way of the sun light, Alinthea started to wake up. A small groan surfaced from his lips. It was easy to say that he wasnâ??t a morning person. After a few more minutes, he pulled the covers off himself and sat up in the bed. Rubbing his eyes sleepily, he stood up and stretched. Alintheaâ??s bodily structure was large and stocky. His shoulders were built like a rugby players and his stomach was flat with a small line of hair, about a centimetre in width, ran down from his belly button to his boxer line. He never knew why he liked it there, but some girls thought that it was cute. His boxers were harshly tented as he stretched, he looked down and sighed. It was an all too familiar sight in the mornings. Ignoring it, he stepped out of his room and into the bathroom. Looking at himself in the mirror, he sighed and grabbed his toothbrush. Once he had finished, he tired to flatten his hair, before giving up and exiting the room. He made his way downstairs, still in his boxers and still half asleep. As he made his way into the kitchen, he saw his new â??sisterâ??. He sighed and walked past, letting a deep greeting fall out of his mouth.
â??Morning.â? He said as he yawned gently.
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