Post by Mello Yello on Sept 15, 2007 13:44:06 GMT -5
Sunday Morning Chapter One
The alarm clock may possibly be the most hated invention of modern times. Every single day it jerks us from our sleep, and forces us to wake up and deal with the real world. The red numbers advanced from 6:29 AM to 6:30, and the shrill beeping of the alarm rang out, causing me to raise my head from my pillow, my hair sticking up in every imaginable angle.
And who am I, you may be asking. My name is Ulrich David Sandell. Everyone calls me Ricky. Or else! I rubbed my hands against my closed eye lids and yawned, as I stood up, stretching my arms out. School was a drag. Thankfully, I only had one more year. Senior year had only begun a couple weeks before. I opened a few drawers and gathered a pair of jeans, made to look worn and faded, but I had actually just bought them a few days ago, when my girlfriend dragged me to the mall and forced me into trying on every pair of jeans, until she found one she approved of, that I had to buy. Half of the time, I think she only dresses me up for her fun.
I took my shower, and made my way downstairs, dressed, clean and shaved. My Mother stood over the stove, cooking. She was always cooking it seemed. She was such a stereotypical housewife, it almost made me sick. But every morning I had a hearty breakfast, so I couldn’t complain.
“Hey Rick,” She said over her shoulder, her graying brunette hair shining under the light hanging over the stove. “Could you grab me the pepper?”
“Sure, Ma,” I said, handing her the shaker, as my cell phone began to vibrate in my pocket. I pulled it out, and seen the name on the small screen: CJ. CJ was my best friend. We had grown up next door to each other our whole lives. We were pretty different personality wise, I was a little more, well, lets call it self-confident, and CJ was kind of awkward. But, we were friends, and I doubt anything would ever be able to come between us.
“Hey, Ricky,” CJ said, as soon as I picked up the phone.
“Hey, what’s up?” I asked.
“Just wondering if I can get a ride?”
“Sure,” I answered. “But-“
“I know,” CJ sighed, cutting me off, “if Jessica wants a ride I’m out.”
“You really are the best friend ever,” I laughed.
“See you in a few,” CJ laughed.
I closed the phone and shoved it back in my pocket. My Mom set the plate down in front of me and smiled at me. I ate in silence. I eat sort of like a pig, quickly with a lot of noise. My Mom always says I embarrass her, but at least I don’t waste time, right? Plus I’m a big guy. I’m not fat or anything, far from it, just pretty tall, and muscular. I spend a lot of time in the gym during the off-season. Oh yeah, I almost forgot to mention, I’m the star quarter back for Wilson High. I’ve even gotten letters from a few colleges trying to recruit me. It’s pretty awesome. I finished eating, and took my plate to the sink, rinsing it off and putting it in the dishwasher.
“Thanks for breakfast, ma,” I said, leaning down and hugging my mother. A lot of my friends have major issues with their Mom’s. me and mine are pretty close, still, and I don’t want to loose it.
“No problem, hon. Make sure to tell Jess I say ‘Hi,’” My Mom smiled.
“You got it,” I waved good bye, and grabbed the keys, heading out the door.
The alarm clock may possibly be the most hated invention of modern times. Every single day it jerks us from our sleep, and forces us to wake up and deal with the real world. The red numbers advanced from 6:29 AM to 6:30, and the shrill beeping of the alarm rang out, causing me to raise my head from my pillow, my hair sticking up in every imaginable angle.
And who am I, you may be asking. My name is Ulrich David Sandell. Everyone calls me Ricky. Or else! I rubbed my hands against my closed eye lids and yawned, as I stood up, stretching my arms out. School was a drag. Thankfully, I only had one more year. Senior year had only begun a couple weeks before. I opened a few drawers and gathered a pair of jeans, made to look worn and faded, but I had actually just bought them a few days ago, when my girlfriend dragged me to the mall and forced me into trying on every pair of jeans, until she found one she approved of, that I had to buy. Half of the time, I think she only dresses me up for her fun.
I took my shower, and made my way downstairs, dressed, clean and shaved. My Mother stood over the stove, cooking. She was always cooking it seemed. She was such a stereotypical housewife, it almost made me sick. But every morning I had a hearty breakfast, so I couldn’t complain.
“Hey Rick,” She said over her shoulder, her graying brunette hair shining under the light hanging over the stove. “Could you grab me the pepper?”
“Sure, Ma,” I said, handing her the shaker, as my cell phone began to vibrate in my pocket. I pulled it out, and seen the name on the small screen: CJ. CJ was my best friend. We had grown up next door to each other our whole lives. We were pretty different personality wise, I was a little more, well, lets call it self-confident, and CJ was kind of awkward. But, we were friends, and I doubt anything would ever be able to come between us.
“Hey, Ricky,” CJ said, as soon as I picked up the phone.
“Hey, what’s up?” I asked.
“Just wondering if I can get a ride?”
“Sure,” I answered. “But-“
“I know,” CJ sighed, cutting me off, “if Jessica wants a ride I’m out.”
“You really are the best friend ever,” I laughed.
“See you in a few,” CJ laughed.
I closed the phone and shoved it back in my pocket. My Mom set the plate down in front of me and smiled at me. I ate in silence. I eat sort of like a pig, quickly with a lot of noise. My Mom always says I embarrass her, but at least I don’t waste time, right? Plus I’m a big guy. I’m not fat or anything, far from it, just pretty tall, and muscular. I spend a lot of time in the gym during the off-season. Oh yeah, I almost forgot to mention, I’m the star quarter back for Wilson High. I’ve even gotten letters from a few colleges trying to recruit me. It’s pretty awesome. I finished eating, and took my plate to the sink, rinsing it off and putting it in the dishwasher.
“Thanks for breakfast, ma,” I said, leaning down and hugging my mother. A lot of my friends have major issues with their Mom’s. me and mine are pretty close, still, and I don’t want to loose it.
“No problem, hon. Make sure to tell Jess I say ‘Hi,’” My Mom smiled.
“You got it,” I waved good bye, and grabbed the keys, heading out the door.
