The smell of dirty socks and week old food wiffed around Jacobs nose as he came to consiousness, the sound of his trivium set alarm clock ringing in his ears. His bed cover prevented him from seing much of the dark bedroom but he was able to tell the sunlight from outside was desperate to break through the curtains.
He lay their not being able to find a reason to wake up until the fierce knocking and shouting of his father at the bed room door came into his hearing. "GET UP YOU USELESS PIECE OF s**t!!" his father shouted, "IT'S ELEVEN AM AND YOUR STILL IN YOUR PIT!!"
Jacob got up groaning and slapped his alarm clock. He then grabbed the music magazine on his bedside table and through it of the door making a large "thunk" that signalled he was awake. His fathers footsteps could be heard trodding back downstairs and Jacob fell back and went back to sleep.
 Free Byrd · Mon Apr 09, 2007 @ 06:37pm · 0 Comments |
