This isn't my Proudest moment on the forums, and i'm sure I lost any kind of respect I may of had before, In fact the only reason this is still here Is because someone needed it to be.
Its 12:00 and i'm still in bed. I lay there thinking about my life and what a better life I could have if my crush reliezes that we would be perfect together. and how I would love to love someone. "Eghhh, cut the crap robbie, get out of bed" my mind is telling me. I flip the covors but im still in my bed with my regular look on my Non-scolon't looking face.
I hop out of bed, and glaze about my room; but its not whats in the room, its more like whats not in the house. It is quite, but thats ok, I like a relaxing peacful morning, even though its 12:00, my eyes slowly observe the room, my pale-ish green walls, its Light-brown furnature, my sliding closet door with my Mirrior on it.
Its a cozy looking room, with warm colors. Then I relize something strange, my windows arn't open, my mother always opens them in the morning for me, and its 12:00...
The window problem didn't stay in my mind too long, but thats just how I am. I walkover to my mirrior and stare at my self, I am wearing my brown Tony-Hawk Boxers, and thats it. Its what I useualy were when I go to sleep. I check my calander, I almost never know what day it is unless I do. "December, 12th 2009. Saturday"
awh yes thats right. I walk back over to the mirrior.
I'm a bit concedid but hey, thats allright. I watch my slef, and think, Hey this person I see might one day grow up to be something great, something big, someone everyone can look up to. Heh.. I can't even fool myself in to thinking that. so I sit back on my bed and a memory from last night flies in.
"Robbie, your father and I won't be hear this morning, thats because we both have to go at 7:30"
"Well why?" I always need an answer.
"I have to go on a bussiness trip and will probably be back by 2:00A.M. Your father has to go to the city to run up some lights at a New Cafe they opend up, Cafe Delux and will be back sunday morning. You will have to provied for your self tommorow, Think you can handel it or should I hire you a baby siter?"
"I'm thirteen mom, I don't need a baby-siter, I'll be fine"
"Well ok Sweety goodnight"
"Night mom"
Awesome, I have the day to my self, to do what ever I want! No, I'm not going to do some rebelies thing that if my parents were home, I would get in massive trouble from. Its Because I love having the day to my self, Being able to Walk around the house and let my mind do what ever it wants with out geting that look people give you when Everyone is in a middle of a math test, and they all relize that you have zoned out for 5 minutes doing some embarrasing "God knows what" Type of thing with your eraser. I through on a Gray tang-top and go get myself some cheerios. Crap, No milk, when my mom said "Provied for your self" I thought she meant in general.
I take a shower Clean up and put some cloths on, my Red T-shirt, some pants, and I grab my nice grey Jacket, Its December, its cold. I Set the alarm, and lock up the house, and I run to my back yard to get my bike out, I am going to take a ride to seven-eleven and get some 1%. I had about $5.00 so I might get some Docter Pepper since im at it. I Get my bike out of the shed and im at my Driveway, Planning on the route I might take.
"Hey, Rob!" It was Sal Arena, My Best-Friend and Neigbor, He had Long black Hair, and Brown Eyes. He Was A bit taller then me, and only a few months older. He was Italian, but if you didn't ask, you would never know, like alot of other people I know. He was wearing his red Jacket, and black pants, He played football, but he wasn;t a jerk like some players, He used to do Karate, but stoped after a while, He was a good friend, one of my Best.
"So what are you up to? you look like you just woke up!"
"I did, about 10 minutes ago"
"Rob, its 12:00"
"Yah, yah I know. Im going to seven-eleven to go pick up some 1% for my cheerios"
"Ha, Can I tag Along, I got $4.00 and I Just have to get away from my sister"
"Sure, go get your bike and we can head off"
He came out his gate with his Orange bike, and we were off. We talked the whole way there, about how one day he would like to Be an Athliet, and how I was Deciding to be a Landscape Architect, or a Photographer.
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