this is a story my friend wrote and spent allot of time on so i hope u like it
Chapter one:
I sat up groggily in my bed, as the sun shot a few bright rays of light through my half-open blinds. It illuminated the vent above me, reflecting onto my pillow, which was probably the thing that woke me up in the first place.
My bedroom was small and cramped on top of three flights of carpeted stairs so i guess you could call it either a large attic or a small bedroom. Oddly enough, my room had cable access and a TV, but o chose not to watch it too much- I'd rather read.
I walked downstairs with sleep still in my eyes. My living room mas large with a medium sized television in the corner nearest the stairs and a sofa angled awkwardly adjacent to it. There was a rocking chair next to the sofa that my mother used to sit in and read her magazines.
I stepped into the kitchen and opened up the pantry door there was still enough food for about a week before i would have to go shopping again. I made myself some cereal and gulped it down quickly because a glance at the clock told me that I only had about ten minuets before i had to leave and go to my high school, Eagle Rock. After getting ready i opened up the garage and rode my bike to the bus stop.
The yellow bus entered my field of vision on the horizon soon and i stepped on board to the usual noise and chaos. The bus driver, of course, knew he could do nothing to stop this and went on with the drive muttering and grumbling to himself.
We arrived at school with a few minuets to spare ans i went to my locker. My best friend, Septimus, was waiting for me.
"Your late." He joked.
"What?" I said "it was the bus driver!"
He smiled."Sure it was..."
The bell rang and we all headed off to our classes. School that day went by slowly and i actually fell asleep in English. As a result, Ms. Winston came over to my desk, picked up all my textbooks , and slammed them down hard. I shot up like a rocket, babbling about how the police had the wrong guy. Ms. Winston promptly gave me detention.