Written In Blood|| an epic story.

Fooled you, didn't I?
It's not the end, but merely the begining.




After I had woken up and stopped staring at my wound, my clock started
to go off. I hit the snooze button and flipped the covers off of me. I had
almost forgotten that it was a school night. Who would blame me, either,
yesterday night was... no words can describe it's insanity. But that's besides
the point now. I had to get ready for school now...
But how? Well, I may be 'handycapped' but I can still do stuff by myself,
like getting dressed and such things to do with hygiene.


I reached down to the side of me, to the drawer of my nightstand. I always
made sure to keep a few outfits in there. I opened it and took out some
pants, a shirt, and a pair of socks. I also had something else that wasn't
clothing in my hand, my brush.

I wiggled myself skillfully into the jeans and then reached for the shirt.
I slid my torso into the short sleeve black shirt and then got my brush.
After winning the sruggle with my bed head, my reddish copper hair was
straight and down to my shoulders. Now time to move on to the socks.
I later reached over to my night stand and exchanged my brush for my
glasses.


" Mom!" I called for her, putting my glasses on. There was a knock at my
door and then it slowly crept open.
" Morning honey." My mom gave me a smile and unfolded my wheelchair.
She pushed it towards me and helped me get in. I truelly hate this thing..
" So how was your date with Alyssa?" My mom asked. I froze, but then shook
it off.
" I broke up with her, she turned out to be a real pain in the ass." I pushed
myself out of my room and my mother followed.
My mom nodded at me, " Some day you'll find somebody wirth while."
She's always been a 'romantic' type of person. I just shook my head at her.
" School is what's important, not chasing after a fantasy." I sighed.
Making our way to the kitchen, I sniffed the air once before asking my mom,
" Whaaat have I told you about cooking?" She stared at me for a moment
and then we both began to laugh.
" I swear, this time I didn't burn the food, or the kitchen for that matter."
She laughed and pushed me to the table. She'd never been that good at
cooking, and she proved that point a few months back with almost burning
the kitchen down. We agreed to eat take out from then on.
But I suppose she thinks she can do it without buring something, better not
burst her bubble...

" Wha... What did you kill and crush onto my plate?" I asked her half heartedly
as I poked at the food with my fork. She laughed at me, she knew not to take
it to heart.
" No matter how it looks on the outside, it tastes amazing!" She grabbed up my
plate and fork and shoved a piece of road kill into her mouth.


And then immediatly spit it back out. I smiled and laughed a little bit.
" I'm just going to get a pop tart."

Now it's time to get going to school.
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To be continued....