Awaked with a startle, the sound of the buzzer echoed off in the room as my eyes started to focus to the preceptions of the room. My pupils dilating to the light as I tried to ignore the sound of the alarm, tucking my head under my pillow and trying to force myself back to sleep. I could hear my mother yelling at me to wake up from downstairs. Clutching the pillow, I enclosed off the sound, dimming the echoes of the alarm. The first day of school. Also, my first match up in front of a live audience. "Mike! You need to get up now, you don't want to miss your bus!" my mom hollered from downstairs before I finally gave up and released my grip on the linen fabric of the pillow before tossing it like a frisbee and watching as it rebounded softly off the wall. "Mike! Get up right now! We can't put up with this bullshit anymore!" "I'm awake!" seemed to be the only words that came out from my body. The angered tone set a displeased anger to appear on my face before I turned a knob on the alarm clock to turn the alarm off. I sat on the bed and put my head in my hands and allowed my hair to soak down, dangling towards the floor. My attire was nothing but a pair of gray boxers I had on from the previous night before. I quickly rearranged my groin before standing up and walking over towards my dresser, staring out at the window to see a bright sunny day arisen. "You better not be sleeping, Mike!" "I'm awake!" I yelled back, knowing my mom was always on my case ever since I had too much alcohol to drink at a friend's party one night. "Jeez, chill..." I huffed under my breath. Digging into my dresser, I pulled out a pair of blue jeans and quickly pulled them up each leg slowly as I yawned to the morning scent. Blindly, I reached in my top drawer and walked away, exiting the room and flipping the shirt over my neck and rolling the rest down my abdomen, covering up my abs and chest. Thumping down the stairs I walked across the hardwood floor of the kitchen and popped up a pop tart out of the toaster and caught the freshly made breakfast into my hand and shoved it into my mouth before proceeding back upstairs and into my bedroom. Tearing off a bit of the pop tart, I started to chew as I gave a quick spray of doederant spray under my shirt before running downstairs with my pop tart in hand. "Mike?" "Yeah, mom?" "Are you excited?" "About what?" I replied, knowing there were so many options on the table to choose from. "What else is there other than school?" "Other than the fact I have a wrestling match tonight?" A slight moment of silence arose as I plopped down to a sofa and allowed the cushions to adjust to the contours of my body. Taking another bite of my morning breakfast, I grabbed the remote and turned the television on and began to channel search. "So are you excited about school?" The voice was softer and didn't sound like a yell. Turning my head towards the voice, I recognized my mother leaning against the wall and staring directly at me. I took another bite and thought of something to say. "A little bit, but there's not really much to look forward to," I huffed out, choking down the last bite of my pop tart. I didn't lie when I said there wasn't much to look forward to. However, I did leave out a few obvious reasons of why school had some good times. Friends of course, were a big part, but that wasn't my motivation to go back. My motivation, was a girl. I had known her for a year, but for some reason, I couldn't speak to her. I was afraid, timid to say a simple hello. Just to even walk past her, I was a nervous wreck. But a new school year has begun, and I was given a clean slate. I had to swallow my fears, and finally talk to her today. "You nervous about your big night tonight?" my mother asked as she turned away and walked into the kitchen. I had to admit, I was a bit nervous. For months, I had worked on my wrestling abilities, and it hasn't been an easy journey to say the least. I had a few signature moves of my own already set up and willing to take place tonight. "Yeah, but I'll be fine. Everything will go well..." "I hope so, I don't want to see you get hurt tonight." "Don't worry. I've been training hard for this, I'll be fine. Just sit back and enjoy the show, alright?" "Whatever you say, Mike. Now hurry on up, you have to do your hair and brush your teeth. You look like a mess," she said with a smile on her face. I quickly wiped the crumbs off my shirt and brushed them onto the carpet beneath me before I turned the TV off with the remote. Outstretched, I yawned once again before sagging off the couch and pulling myself to my feet.
The first day of school. Also, my first match up in front of a live audience. "Mike! You need to get up now, you don't want to miss your bus!" my mom hollered from downstairs before I finally gave up and released my grip on the linen fabric of the pillow before tossing it like a frisbee and watching as it rebounded softly off the wall. "Mike! Get up right now! We can't put up with this bullshit anymore!" "I'm awake!" seemed to be the only words that came out from my body. The angered tone set a displeased anger to appear on my face before I turned a knob on the alarm clock to turn the alarm off. I sat on the bed and put my head in my hands and allowed my hair to soak down, dangling towards the floor. My attire was nothing but a pair of gray boxers I had on from the previous night before. I quickly rearranged my groin before standing up and walking over towards my dresser, staring out at the window to see a bright sunny day arisen. "You better not be sleeping, Mike!" "I'm awake!" I yelled back, knowing my mom was always on my case ever since I had too much alcohol to drink at a friend's party one night. "Jeez, chill..." I huffed under my breath. Digging into my dresser, I pulled out a pair of blue jeans and quickly pulled them up each leg slowly as I yawned to the morning scent. Blindly, I reached in my top drawer and walked away, exiting the room and flipping the shirt over my neck and rolling the rest down my abdomen, covering up my abs and chest. Thumping down the stairs I walked across the hardwood floor of the kitchen and popped up a pop tart out of the toaster and caught the freshly made breakfast into my hand and shoved it into my mouth before proceeding back upstairs and into my bedroom. Tearing off a bit of the pop tart, I started to chew as I gave a quick spray of doederant spray under my shirt before running downstairs with my pop tart in hand. "Mike?" "Yeah, mom?" "Are you excited?" "About what?" I replied, knowing there were so many options on the table to choose from. "What else is there other than school?" "Other than the fact I have a wrestling match tonight?" A slight moment of silence arose as I plopped down to a sofa and allowed the cushions to adjust to the contours of my body. Taking another bite of my morning breakfast, I grabbed the remote and turned the television on and began to channel search. "So are you excited about school?" The voice was softer and didn't sound like a yell. Turning my head towards the voice, I recognized my mother leaning against the wall and staring directly at me. I took another bite and thought of something to say. "A little bit, but there's not really much to look forward to," I huffed out, choking down the last bite of my pop tart. I didn't lie when I said there wasn't much to look forward to. However, I did leave out a few obvious reasons of why school had some good times. Friends of course, were a big part, but that wasn't my motivation to go back. My motivation, was a girl. I had known her for a year, but for some reason, I couldn't speak to her. I was afraid, timid to say a simple hello. Just to even walk past her, I was a nervous wreck. But a new school year has begun, and I was given a clean slate. I had to swallow my fears, and finally talk to her today. "You nervous about your big night tonight?" my mother asked as she turned away and walked into the kitchen. I had to admit, I was a bit nervous. For months, I had worked on my wrestling abilities, and it hasn't been an easy journey to say the least. I had a few signature moves of my own already set up and willing to take place tonight. "Yeah, but I'll be fine. Everything will go well..." "I hope so, I don't want to see you get hurt tonight." "Don't worry. I've been training hard for this, I'll be fine. Just sit back and enjoy the show, alright?" "Whatever you say, Mike. Now hurry on up, you have to do your hair and brush your teeth. You look like a mess," she said with a smile on her face. I quickly wiped the crumbs off my shirt and brushed them onto the carpet beneath me before I turned the TV off with the remote. Outstretched, I yawned once again before sagging off the couch and pulling myself to my feet.
"Mike! You need to get up now, you don't want to miss your bus!" my mom hollered from downstairs before I finally gave up and released my grip on the linen fabric of the pillow before tossing it like a frisbee and watching as it rebounded softly off the wall. "Mike! Get up right now! We can't put up with this bullshit anymore!" "I'm awake!" seemed to be the only words that came out from my body. The angered tone set a displeased anger to appear on my face before I turned a knob on the alarm clock to turn the alarm off. I sat on the bed and put my head in my hands and allowed my hair to soak down, dangling towards the floor. My attire was nothing but a pair of gray boxers I had on from the previous night before. I quickly rearranged my groin before standing up and walking over towards my dresser, staring out at the window to see a bright sunny day arisen. "You better not be sleeping, Mike!" "I'm awake!" I yelled back, knowing my mom was always on my case ever since I had too much alcohol to drink at a friend's party one night. "Jeez, chill..." I huffed under my breath. Digging into my dresser, I pulled out a pair of blue jeans and quickly pulled them up each leg slowly as I yawned to the morning scent. Blindly, I reached in my top drawer and walked away, exiting the room and flipping the shirt over my neck and rolling the rest down my abdomen, covering up my abs and chest. Thumping down the stairs I walked across the hardwood floor of the kitchen and popped up a pop tart out of the toaster and caught the freshly made breakfast into my hand and shoved it into my mouth before proceeding back upstairs and into my bedroom. Tearing off a bit of the pop tart, I started to chew as I gave a quick spray of doederant spray under my shirt before running downstairs with my pop tart in hand. "Mike?" "Yeah, mom?" "Are you excited?" "About what?" I replied, knowing there were so many options on the table to choose from. "What else is there other than school?" "Other than the fact I have a wrestling match tonight?" A slight moment of silence arose as I plopped down to a sofa and allowed the cushions to adjust to the contours of my body. Taking another bite of my morning breakfast, I grabbed the remote and turned the television on and began to channel search. "So are you excited about school?" The voice was softer and didn't sound like a yell. Turning my head towards the voice, I recognized my mother leaning against the wall and staring directly at me. I took another bite and thought of something to say. "A little bit, but there's not really much to look forward to," I huffed out, choking down the last bite of my pop tart. I didn't lie when I said there wasn't much to look forward to. However, I did leave out a few obvious reasons of why school had some good times. Friends of course, were a big part, but that wasn't my motivation to go back. My motivation, was a girl. I had known her for a year, but for some reason, I couldn't speak to her. I was afraid, timid to say a simple hello. Just to even walk past her, I was a nervous wreck. But a new school year has begun, and I was given a clean slate. I had to swallow my fears, and finally talk to her today. "You nervous about your big night tonight?" my mother asked as she turned away and walked into the kitchen. I had to admit, I was a bit nervous. For months, I had worked on my wrestling abilities, and it hasn't been an easy journey to say the least. I had a few signature moves of my own already set up and willing to take place tonight. "Yeah, but I'll be fine. Everything will go well..." "I hope so, I don't want to see you get hurt tonight." "Don't worry. I've been training hard for this, I'll be fine. Just sit back and enjoy the show, alright?" "Whatever you say, Mike. Now hurry on up, you have to do your hair and brush your teeth. You look like a mess," she said with a smile on her face. I quickly wiped the crumbs off my shirt and brushed them onto the carpet beneath me before I turned the TV off with the remote. Outstretched, I yawned once again before sagging off the couch and pulling myself to my feet.
"I'm awake!" seemed to be the only words that came out from my body. The angered tone set a displeased anger to appear on my face before I turned a knob on the alarm clock to turn the alarm off. I sat on the bed and put my head in my hands and allowed my hair to soak down, dangling towards the floor. My attire was nothing but a pair of gray boxers I had on from the previous night before. I quickly rearranged my groin before standing up and walking over towards my dresser, staring out at the window to see a bright sunny day arisen. "You better not be sleeping, Mike!" "I'm awake!" I yelled back, knowing my mom was always on my case ever since I had too much alcohol to drink at a friend's party one night. "Jeez, chill..." I huffed under my breath. Digging into my dresser, I pulled out a pair of blue jeans and quickly pulled them up each leg slowly as I yawned to the morning scent. Blindly, I reached in my top drawer and walked away, exiting the room and flipping the shirt over my neck and rolling the rest down my abdomen, covering up my abs and chest. Thumping down the stairs I walked across the hardwood floor of the kitchen and popped up a pop tart out of the toaster and caught the freshly made breakfast into my hand and shoved it into my mouth before proceeding back upstairs and into my bedroom. Tearing off a bit of the pop tart, I started to chew as I gave a quick spray of doederant spray under my shirt before running downstairs with my pop tart in hand. "Mike?" "Yeah, mom?" "Are you excited?" "About what?" I replied, knowing there were so many options on the table to choose from. "What else is there other than school?" "Other than the fact I have a wrestling match tonight?" A slight moment of silence arose as I plopped down to a sofa and allowed the cushions to adjust to the contours of my body. Taking another bite of my morning breakfast, I grabbed the remote and turned the television on and began to channel search. "So are you excited about school?" The voice was softer and didn't sound like a yell. Turning my head towards the voice, I recognized my mother leaning against the wall and staring directly at me. I took another bite and thought of something to say. "A little bit, but there's not really much to look forward to," I huffed out, choking down the last bite of my pop tart. I didn't lie when I said there wasn't much to look forward to. However, I did leave out a few obvious reasons of why school had some good times. Friends of course, were a big part, but that wasn't my motivation to go back. My motivation, was a girl. I had known her for a year, but for some reason, I couldn't speak to her. I was afraid, timid to say a simple hello. Just to even walk past her, I was a nervous wreck. But a new school year has begun, and I was given a clean slate. I had to swallow my fears, and finally talk to her today. "You nervous about your big night tonight?" my mother asked as she turned away and walked into the kitchen. I had to admit, I was a bit nervous. For months, I had worked on my wrestling abilities, and it hasn't been an easy journey to say the least. I had a few signature moves of my own already set up and willing to take place tonight. "Yeah, but I'll be fine. Everything will go well..." "I hope so, I don't want to see you get hurt tonight." "Don't worry. I've been training hard for this, I'll be fine. Just sit back and enjoy the show, alright?" "Whatever you say, Mike. Now hurry on up, you have to do your hair and brush your teeth. You look like a mess," she said with a smile on her face. I quickly wiped the crumbs off my shirt and brushed them onto the carpet beneath me before I turned the TV off with the remote. Outstretched, I yawned once again before sagging off the couch and pulling myself to my feet.
"You better not be sleeping, Mike!" "I'm awake!" I yelled back, knowing my mom was always on my case ever since I had too much alcohol to drink at a friend's party one night. "Jeez, chill..." I huffed under my breath. Digging into my dresser, I pulled out a pair of blue jeans and quickly pulled them up each leg slowly as I yawned to the morning scent. Blindly, I reached in my top drawer and walked away, exiting the room and flipping the shirt over my neck and rolling the rest down my abdomen, covering up my abs and chest. Thumping down the stairs I walked across the hardwood floor of the kitchen and popped up a pop tart out of the toaster and caught the freshly made breakfast into my hand and shoved it into my mouth before proceeding back upstairs and into my bedroom. Tearing off a bit of the pop tart, I started to chew as I gave a quick spray of doederant spray under my shirt before running downstairs with my pop tart in hand. "Mike?" "Yeah, mom?" "Are you excited?" "About what?" I replied, knowing there were so many options on the table to choose from. "What else is there other than school?" "Other than the fact I have a wrestling match tonight?" A slight moment of silence arose as I plopped down to a sofa and allowed the cushions to adjust to the contours of my body. Taking another bite of my morning breakfast, I grabbed the remote and turned the television on and began to channel search. "So are you excited about school?" The voice was softer and didn't sound like a yell. Turning my head towards the voice, I recognized my mother leaning against the wall and staring directly at me. I took another bite and thought of something to say. "A little bit, but there's not really much to look forward to," I huffed out, choking down the last bite of my pop tart. I didn't lie when I said there wasn't much to look forward to. However, I did leave out a few obvious reasons of why school had some good times. Friends of course, were a big part, but that wasn't my motivation to go back. My motivation, was a girl. I had known her for a year, but for some reason, I couldn't speak to her. I was afraid, timid to say a simple hello. Just to even walk past her, I was a nervous wreck. But a new school year has begun, and I was given a clean slate. I had to swallow my fears, and finally talk to her today. "You nervous about your big night tonight?" my mother asked as she turned away and walked into the kitchen. I had to admit, I was a bit nervous. For months, I had worked on my wrestling abilities, and it hasn't been an easy journey to say the least. I had a few signature moves of my own already set up and willing to take place tonight. "Yeah, but I'll be fine. Everything will go well..." "I hope so, I don't want to see you get hurt tonight." "Don't worry. I've been training hard for this, I'll be fine. Just sit back and enjoy the show, alright?" "Whatever you say, Mike. Now hurry on up, you have to do your hair and brush your teeth. You look like a mess," she said with a smile on her face. I quickly wiped the crumbs off my shirt and brushed them onto the carpet beneath me before I turned the TV off with the remote. Outstretched, I yawned once again before sagging off the couch and pulling myself to my feet.
"I'm awake!" I yelled back, knowing my mom was always on my case ever since I had too much alcohol to drink at a friend's party one night. "Jeez, chill..." I huffed under my breath. Digging into my dresser, I pulled out a pair of blue jeans and quickly pulled them up each leg slowly as I yawned to the morning scent. Blindly, I reached in my top drawer and walked away, exiting the room and flipping the shirt over my neck and rolling the rest down my abdomen, covering up my abs and chest. Thumping down the stairs I walked across the hardwood floor of the kitchen and popped up a pop tart out of the toaster and caught the freshly made breakfast into my hand and shoved it into my mouth before proceeding back upstairs and into my bedroom. Tearing off a bit of the pop tart, I started to chew as I gave a quick spray of doederant spray under my shirt before running downstairs with my pop tart in hand. "Mike?" "Yeah, mom?" "Are you excited?" "About what?" I replied, knowing there were so many options on the table to choose from. "What else is there other than school?" "Other than the fact I have a wrestling match tonight?" A slight moment of silence arose as I plopped down to a sofa and allowed the cushions to adjust to the contours of my body. Taking another bite of my morning breakfast, I grabbed the remote and turned the television on and began to channel search. "So are you excited about school?" The voice was softer and didn't sound like a yell. Turning my head towards the voice, I recognized my mother leaning against the wall and staring directly at me. I took another bite and thought of something to say. "A little bit, but there's not really much to look forward to," I huffed out, choking down the last bite of my pop tart. I didn't lie when I said there wasn't much to look forward to. However, I did leave out a few obvious reasons of why school had some good times. Friends of course, were a big part, but that wasn't my motivation to go back. My motivation, was a girl. I had known her for a year, but for some reason, I couldn't speak to her. I was afraid, timid to say a simple hello. Just to even walk past her, I was a nervous wreck. But a new school year has begun, and I was given a clean slate. I had to swallow my fears, and finally talk to her today. "You nervous about your big night tonight?" my mother asked as she turned away and walked into the kitchen. I had to admit, I was a bit nervous. For months, I had worked on my wrestling abilities, and it hasn't been an easy journey to say the least. I had a few signature moves of my own already set up and willing to take place tonight. "Yeah, but I'll be fine. Everything will go well..." "I hope so, I don't want to see you get hurt tonight." "Don't worry. I've been training hard for this, I'll be fine. Just sit back and enjoy the show, alright?" "Whatever you say, Mike. Now hurry on up, you have to do your hair and brush your teeth. You look like a mess," she said with a smile on her face. I quickly wiped the crumbs off my shirt and brushed them onto the carpet beneath me before I turned the TV off with the remote. Outstretched, I yawned once again before sagging off the couch and pulling myself to my feet.
Thumping down the stairs I walked across the hardwood floor of the kitchen and popped up a pop tart out of the toaster and caught the freshly made breakfast into my hand and shoved it into my mouth before proceeding back upstairs and into my bedroom. Tearing off a bit of the pop tart, I started to chew as I gave a quick spray of doederant spray under my shirt before running downstairs with my pop tart in hand. "Mike?" "Yeah, mom?" "Are you excited?" "About what?" I replied, knowing there were so many options on the table to choose from. "What else is there other than school?" "Other than the fact I have a wrestling match tonight?" A slight moment of silence arose as I plopped down to a sofa and allowed the cushions to adjust to the contours of my body. Taking another bite of my morning breakfast, I grabbed the remote and turned the television on and began to channel search. "So are you excited about school?" The voice was softer and didn't sound like a yell. Turning my head towards the voice, I recognized my mother leaning against the wall and staring directly at me. I took another bite and thought of something to say. "A little bit, but there's not really much to look forward to," I huffed out, choking down the last bite of my pop tart. I didn't lie when I said there wasn't much to look forward to. However, I did leave out a few obvious reasons of why school had some good times. Friends of course, were a big part, but that wasn't my motivation to go back. My motivation, was a girl. I had known her for a year, but for some reason, I couldn't speak to her. I was afraid, timid to say a simple hello. Just to even walk past her, I was a nervous wreck. But a new school year has begun, and I was given a clean slate. I had to swallow my fears, and finally talk to her today. "You nervous about your big night tonight?" my mother asked as she turned away and walked into the kitchen. I had to admit, I was a bit nervous. For months, I had worked on my wrestling abilities, and it hasn't been an easy journey to say the least. I had a few signature moves of my own already set up and willing to take place tonight. "Yeah, but I'll be fine. Everything will go well..." "I hope so, I don't want to see you get hurt tonight." "Don't worry. I've been training hard for this, I'll be fine. Just sit back and enjoy the show, alright?" "Whatever you say, Mike. Now hurry on up, you have to do your hair and brush your teeth. You look like a mess," she said with a smile on her face. I quickly wiped the crumbs off my shirt and brushed them onto the carpet beneath me before I turned the TV off with the remote. Outstretched, I yawned once again before sagging off the couch and pulling myself to my feet.
"Mike?" "Yeah, mom?" "Are you excited?" "About what?" I replied, knowing there were so many options on the table to choose from. "What else is there other than school?" "Other than the fact I have a wrestling match tonight?" A slight moment of silence arose as I plopped down to a sofa and allowed the cushions to adjust to the contours of my body. Taking another bite of my morning breakfast, I grabbed the remote and turned the television on and began to channel search. "So are you excited about school?" The voice was softer and didn't sound like a yell. Turning my head towards the voice, I recognized my mother leaning against the wall and staring directly at me. I took another bite and thought of something to say. "A little bit, but there's not really much to look forward to," I huffed out, choking down the last bite of my pop tart. I didn't lie when I said there wasn't much to look forward to. However, I did leave out a few obvious reasons of why school had some good times. Friends of course, were a big part, but that wasn't my motivation to go back. My motivation, was a girl. I had known her for a year, but for some reason, I couldn't speak to her. I was afraid, timid to say a simple hello. Just to even walk past her, I was a nervous wreck. But a new school year has begun, and I was given a clean slate. I had to swallow my fears, and finally talk to her today. "You nervous about your big night tonight?" my mother asked as she turned away and walked into the kitchen. I had to admit, I was a bit nervous. For months, I had worked on my wrestling abilities, and it hasn't been an easy journey to say the least. I had a few signature moves of my own already set up and willing to take place tonight. "Yeah, but I'll be fine. Everything will go well..." "I hope so, I don't want to see you get hurt tonight." "Don't worry. I've been training hard for this, I'll be fine. Just sit back and enjoy the show, alright?" "Whatever you say, Mike. Now hurry on up, you have to do your hair and brush your teeth. You look like a mess," she said with a smile on her face. I quickly wiped the crumbs off my shirt and brushed them onto the carpet beneath me before I turned the TV off with the remote. Outstretched, I yawned once again before sagging off the couch and pulling myself to my feet.
"Yeah, mom?" "Are you excited?" "About what?" I replied, knowing there were so many options on the table to choose from. "What else is there other than school?" "Other than the fact I have a wrestling match tonight?" A slight moment of silence arose as I plopped down to a sofa and allowed the cushions to adjust to the contours of my body. Taking another bite of my morning breakfast, I grabbed the remote and turned the television on and began to channel search. "So are you excited about school?" The voice was softer and didn't sound like a yell. Turning my head towards the voice, I recognized my mother leaning against the wall and staring directly at me. I took another bite and thought of something to say. "A little bit, but there's not really much to look forward to," I huffed out, choking down the last bite of my pop tart. I didn't lie when I said there wasn't much to look forward to. However, I did leave out a few obvious reasons of why school had some good times. Friends of course, were a big part, but that wasn't my motivation to go back. My motivation, was a girl. I had known her for a year, but for some reason, I couldn't speak to her. I was afraid, timid to say a simple hello. Just to even walk past her, I was a nervous wreck. But a new school year has begun, and I was given a clean slate. I had to swallow my fears, and finally talk to her today. "You nervous about your big night tonight?" my mother asked as she turned away and walked into the kitchen. I had to admit, I was a bit nervous. For months, I had worked on my wrestling abilities, and it hasn't been an easy journey to say the least. I had a few signature moves of my own already set up and willing to take place tonight. "Yeah, but I'll be fine. Everything will go well..." "I hope so, I don't want to see you get hurt tonight." "Don't worry. I've been training hard for this, I'll be fine. Just sit back and enjoy the show, alright?" "Whatever you say, Mike. Now hurry on up, you have to do your hair and brush your teeth. You look like a mess," she said with a smile on her face. I quickly wiped the crumbs off my shirt and brushed them onto the carpet beneath me before I turned the TV off with the remote. Outstretched, I yawned once again before sagging off the couch and pulling myself to my feet.
"Are you excited?" "About what?" I replied, knowing there were so many options on the table to choose from. "What else is there other than school?" "Other than the fact I have a wrestling match tonight?" A slight moment of silence arose as I plopped down to a sofa and allowed the cushions to adjust to the contours of my body. Taking another bite of my morning breakfast, I grabbed the remote and turned the television on and began to channel search. "So are you excited about school?" The voice was softer and didn't sound like a yell. Turning my head towards the voice, I recognized my mother leaning against the wall and staring directly at me. I took another bite and thought of something to say. "A little bit, but there's not really much to look forward to," I huffed out, choking down the last bite of my pop tart. I didn't lie when I said there wasn't much to look forward to. However, I did leave out a few obvious reasons of why school had some good times. Friends of course, were a big part, but that wasn't my motivation to go back. My motivation, was a girl. I had known her for a year, but for some reason, I couldn't speak to her. I was afraid, timid to say a simple hello. Just to even walk past her, I was a nervous wreck. But a new school year has begun, and I was given a clean slate. I had to swallow my fears, and finally talk to her today. "You nervous about your big night tonight?" my mother asked as she turned away and walked into the kitchen. I had to admit, I was a bit nervous. For months, I had worked on my wrestling abilities, and it hasn't been an easy journey to say the least. I had a few signature moves of my own already set up and willing to take place tonight. "Yeah, but I'll be fine. Everything will go well..." "I hope so, I don't want to see you get hurt tonight." "Don't worry. I've been training hard for this, I'll be fine. Just sit back and enjoy the show, alright?" "Whatever you say, Mike. Now hurry on up, you have to do your hair and brush your teeth. You look like a mess," she said with a smile on her face. I quickly wiped the crumbs off my shirt and brushed them onto the carpet beneath me before I turned the TV off with the remote. Outstretched, I yawned once again before sagging off the couch and pulling myself to my feet.
"About what?" I replied, knowing there were so many options on the table to choose from. "What else is there other than school?" "Other than the fact I have a wrestling match tonight?" A slight moment of silence arose as I plopped down to a sofa and allowed the cushions to adjust to the contours of my body. Taking another bite of my morning breakfast, I grabbed the remote and turned the television on and began to channel search. "So are you excited about school?" The voice was softer and didn't sound like a yell. Turning my head towards the voice, I recognized my mother leaning against the wall and staring directly at me. I took another bite and thought of something to say. "A little bit, but there's not really much to look forward to," I huffed out, choking down the last bite of my pop tart. I didn't lie when I said there wasn't much to look forward to. However, I did leave out a few obvious reasons of why school had some good times. Friends of course, were a big part, but that wasn't my motivation to go back. My motivation, was a girl. I had known her for a year, but for some reason, I couldn't speak to her. I was afraid, timid to say a simple hello. Just to even walk past her, I was a nervous wreck. But a new school year has begun, and I was given a clean slate. I had to swallow my fears, and finally talk to her today. "You nervous about your big night tonight?" my mother asked as she turned away and walked into the kitchen. I had to admit, I was a bit nervous. For months, I had worked on my wrestling abilities, and it hasn't been an easy journey to say the least. I had a few signature moves of my own already set up and willing to take place tonight. "Yeah, but I'll be fine. Everything will go well..." "I hope so, I don't want to see you get hurt tonight." "Don't worry. I've been training hard for this, I'll be fine. Just sit back and enjoy the show, alright?" "Whatever you say, Mike. Now hurry on up, you have to do your hair and brush your teeth. You look like a mess," she said with a smile on her face. I quickly wiped the crumbs off my shirt and brushed them onto the carpet beneath me before I turned the TV off with the remote. Outstretched, I yawned once again before sagging off the couch and pulling myself to my feet.
"What else is there other than school?" "Other than the fact I have a wrestling match tonight?" A slight moment of silence arose as I plopped down to a sofa and allowed the cushions to adjust to the contours of my body. Taking another bite of my morning breakfast, I grabbed the remote and turned the television on and began to channel search. "So are you excited about school?" The voice was softer and didn't sound like a yell. Turning my head towards the voice, I recognized my mother leaning against the wall and staring directly at me. I took another bite and thought of something to say. "A little bit, but there's not really much to look forward to," I huffed out, choking down the last bite of my pop tart. I didn't lie when I said there wasn't much to look forward to. However, I did leave out a few obvious reasons of why school had some good times. Friends of course, were a big part, but that wasn't my motivation to go back. My motivation, was a girl. I had known her for a year, but for some reason, I couldn't speak to her. I was afraid, timid to say a simple hello. Just to even walk past her, I was a nervous wreck. But a new school year has begun, and I was given a clean slate. I had to swallow my fears, and finally talk to her today. "You nervous about your big night tonight?" my mother asked as she turned away and walked into the kitchen. I had to admit, I was a bit nervous. For months, I had worked on my wrestling abilities, and it hasn't been an easy journey to say the least. I had a few signature moves of my own already set up and willing to take place tonight. "Yeah, but I'll be fine. Everything will go well..." "I hope so, I don't want to see you get hurt tonight." "Don't worry. I've been training hard for this, I'll be fine. Just sit back and enjoy the show, alright?" "Whatever you say, Mike. Now hurry on up, you have to do your hair and brush your teeth. You look like a mess," she said with a smile on her face. I quickly wiped the crumbs off my shirt and brushed them onto the carpet beneath me before I turned the TV off with the remote. Outstretched, I yawned once again before sagging off the couch and pulling myself to my feet.
"Other than the fact I have a wrestling match tonight?" A slight moment of silence arose as I plopped down to a sofa and allowed the cushions to adjust to the contours of my body. Taking another bite of my morning breakfast, I grabbed the remote and turned the television on and began to channel search. "So are you excited about school?" The voice was softer and didn't sound like a yell. Turning my head towards the voice, I recognized my mother leaning against the wall and staring directly at me. I took another bite and thought of something to say. "A little bit, but there's not really much to look forward to," I huffed out, choking down the last bite of my pop tart. I didn't lie when I said there wasn't much to look forward to. However, I did leave out a few obvious reasons of why school had some good times. Friends of course, were a big part, but that wasn't my motivation to go back. My motivation, was a girl. I had known her for a year, but for some reason, I couldn't speak to her. I was afraid, timid to say a simple hello. Just to even walk past her, I was a nervous wreck. But a new school year has begun, and I was given a clean slate. I had to swallow my fears, and finally talk to her today. "You nervous about your big night tonight?" my mother asked as she turned away and walked into the kitchen. I had to admit, I was a bit nervous. For months, I had worked on my wrestling abilities, and it hasn't been an easy journey to say the least. I had a few signature moves of my own already set up and willing to take place tonight. "Yeah, but I'll be fine. Everything will go well..." "I hope so, I don't want to see you get hurt tonight." "Don't worry. I've been training hard for this, I'll be fine. Just sit back and enjoy the show, alright?" "Whatever you say, Mike. Now hurry on up, you have to do your hair and brush your teeth. You look like a mess," she said with a smile on her face. I quickly wiped the crumbs off my shirt and brushed them onto the carpet beneath me before I turned the TV off with the remote. Outstretched, I yawned once again before sagging off the couch and pulling myself to my feet.
A slight moment of silence arose as I plopped down to a sofa and allowed the cushions to adjust to the contours of my body. Taking another bite of my morning breakfast, I grabbed the remote and turned the television on and began to channel search. "So are you excited about school?" The voice was softer and didn't sound like a yell. Turning my head towards the voice, I recognized my mother leaning against the wall and staring directly at me. I took another bite and thought of something to say. "A little bit, but there's not really much to look forward to," I huffed out, choking down the last bite of my pop tart. I didn't lie when I said there wasn't much to look forward to. However, I did leave out a few obvious reasons of why school had some good times. Friends of course, were a big part, but that wasn't my motivation to go back. My motivation, was a girl. I had known her for a year, but for some reason, I couldn't speak to her. I was afraid, timid to say a simple hello. Just to even walk past her, I was a nervous wreck. But a new school year has begun, and I was given a clean slate. I had to swallow my fears, and finally talk to her today. "You nervous about your big night tonight?" my mother asked as she turned away and walked into the kitchen. I had to admit, I was a bit nervous. For months, I had worked on my wrestling abilities, and it hasn't been an easy journey to say the least. I had a few signature moves of my own already set up and willing to take place tonight. "Yeah, but I'll be fine. Everything will go well..." "I hope so, I don't want to see you get hurt tonight." "Don't worry. I've been training hard for this, I'll be fine. Just sit back and enjoy the show, alright?" "Whatever you say, Mike. Now hurry on up, you have to do your hair and brush your teeth. You look like a mess," she said with a smile on her face. I quickly wiped the crumbs off my shirt and brushed them onto the carpet beneath me before I turned the TV off with the remote. Outstretched, I yawned once again before sagging off the couch and pulling myself to my feet.
"So are you excited about school?" The voice was softer and didn't sound like a yell. Turning my head towards the voice, I recognized my mother leaning against the wall and staring directly at me. I took another bite and thought of something to say. "A little bit, but there's not really much to look forward to," I huffed out, choking down the last bite of my pop tart. I didn't lie when I said there wasn't much to look forward to. However, I did leave out a few obvious reasons of why school had some good times. Friends of course, were a big part, but that wasn't my motivation to go back. My motivation, was a girl. I had known her for a year, but for some reason, I couldn't speak to her. I was afraid, timid to say a simple hello. Just to even walk past her, I was a nervous wreck. But a new school year has begun, and I was given a clean slate. I had to swallow my fears, and finally talk to her today. "You nervous about your big night tonight?" my mother asked as she turned away and walked into the kitchen. I had to admit, I was a bit nervous. For months, I had worked on my wrestling abilities, and it hasn't been an easy journey to say the least. I had a few signature moves of my own already set up and willing to take place tonight. "Yeah, but I'll be fine. Everything will go well..." "I hope so, I don't want to see you get hurt tonight." "Don't worry. I've been training hard for this, I'll be fine. Just sit back and enjoy the show, alright?" "Whatever you say, Mike. Now hurry on up, you have to do your hair and brush your teeth. You look like a mess," she said with a smile on her face. I quickly wiped the crumbs off my shirt and brushed them onto the carpet beneath me before I turned the TV off with the remote. Outstretched, I yawned once again before sagging off the couch and pulling myself to my feet.
"A little bit, but there's not really much to look forward to," I huffed out, choking down the last bite of my pop tart. I didn't lie when I said there wasn't much to look forward to. However, I did leave out a few obvious reasons of why school had some good times. Friends of course, were a big part, but that wasn't my motivation to go back. My motivation, was a girl. I had known her for a year, but for some reason, I couldn't speak to her. I was afraid, timid to say a simple hello. Just to even walk past her, I was a nervous wreck. But a new school year has begun, and I was given a clean slate. I had to swallow my fears, and finally talk to her today. "You nervous about your big night tonight?" my mother asked as she turned away and walked into the kitchen. I had to admit, I was a bit nervous. For months, I had worked on my wrestling abilities, and it hasn't been an easy journey to say the least. I had a few signature moves of my own already set up and willing to take place tonight. "Yeah, but I'll be fine. Everything will go well..." "I hope so, I don't want to see you get hurt tonight." "Don't worry. I've been training hard for this, I'll be fine. Just sit back and enjoy the show, alright?" "Whatever you say, Mike. Now hurry on up, you have to do your hair and brush your teeth. You look like a mess," she said with a smile on her face. I quickly wiped the crumbs off my shirt and brushed them onto the carpet beneath me before I turned the TV off with the remote. Outstretched, I yawned once again before sagging off the couch and pulling myself to my feet.
"You nervous about your big night tonight?" my mother asked as she turned away and walked into the kitchen. I had to admit, I was a bit nervous. For months, I had worked on my wrestling abilities, and it hasn't been an easy journey to say the least. I had a few signature moves of my own already set up and willing to take place tonight. "Yeah, but I'll be fine. Everything will go well..." "I hope so, I don't want to see you get hurt tonight." "Don't worry. I've been training hard for this, I'll be fine. Just sit back and enjoy the show, alright?" "Whatever you say, Mike. Now hurry on up, you have to do your hair and brush your teeth. You look like a mess," she said with a smile on her face. I quickly wiped the crumbs off my shirt and brushed them onto the carpet beneath me before I turned the TV off with the remote. Outstretched, I yawned once again before sagging off the couch and pulling myself to my feet.
"Yeah, but I'll be fine. Everything will go well..." "I hope so, I don't want to see you get hurt tonight." "Don't worry. I've been training hard for this, I'll be fine. Just sit back and enjoy the show, alright?" "Whatever you say, Mike. Now hurry on up, you have to do your hair and brush your teeth. You look like a mess," she said with a smile on her face. I quickly wiped the crumbs off my shirt and brushed them onto the carpet beneath me before I turned the TV off with the remote. Outstretched, I yawned once again before sagging off the couch and pulling myself to my feet.
"I hope so, I don't want to see you get hurt tonight." "Don't worry. I've been training hard for this, I'll be fine. Just sit back and enjoy the show, alright?" "Whatever you say, Mike. Now hurry on up, you have to do your hair and brush your teeth. You look like a mess," she said with a smile on her face. I quickly wiped the crumbs off my shirt and brushed them onto the carpet beneath me before I turned the TV off with the remote. Outstretched, I yawned once again before sagging off the couch and pulling myself to my feet.
"Don't worry. I've been training hard for this, I'll be fine. Just sit back and enjoy the show, alright?" "Whatever you say, Mike. Now hurry on up, you have to do your hair and brush your teeth. You look like a mess," she said with a smile on her face. I quickly wiped the crumbs off my shirt and brushed them onto the carpet beneath me before I turned the TV off with the remote. Outstretched, I yawned once again before sagging off the couch and pulling myself to my feet.
"Whatever you say, Mike. Now hurry on up, you have to do your hair and brush your teeth. You look like a mess," she said with a smile on her face. I quickly wiped the crumbs off my shirt and brushed them onto the carpet beneath me before I turned the TV off with the remote. Outstretched, I yawned once again before sagging off the couch and pulling myself to my feet.