I woke up from my tiny bed looking around my small room. I heard some moaning, squealing, and sounds coming from my parents room... Again. I hated my mom and dad they were always thinking of themselves, and not there son.
If your wondering who I am... I am Johnny, though my friends call me Wyatt. I live in a small house in a quiet neighborhood, but I have school tomorrow so good night. I close my eyes hoping my parents would shut up, but it doesn't seem to stop so I force myself to sleep. Ugh this will be a long night.
(The next day)
I went downstairs looking around to see no sighs of my parents anywhere so I went to the small kitchen of the home to see a note attached to the front of the fridge. I pulled it off and began to read the short message left for me.
Dear son,
Me and your mom are sorry to say we have to go on a business trip for a few days. We left you food in the fridge and money in your wallet. While were gone we need you to clean the "mess" me and your mom made.
Love Dad.
My reaction: Pissed off and disgusted. "Again!!" I crumble the letter up and threw it into the nearby garbage can. I hate my parents there never around and when there here its at night doing well... what they did last night and now they want me to clean there bed. I decided to exercise for awhile because I didn't want to deal with my parents "mess" so I went to the basement which is were I store my workout equipment.
(10 minutes later status : tired)
I grabbed a towel and patted my head, then went to the living room to check the clock 7:29 school started at 8:20. So this was probably a good time to pack a lunch, get good smelling clothes on, and brush teeth. I decided to pack a peanut butter sandwich, wear my light blue collar shirt and long black tee-shirt, and finally brushed my teeth. I looked at the clock 7:48, and grabbed my custom made backpack with my name on it. What sucks is my bike needed new tires, and I had to walk a few miles to get there so I quickly took off running as fast as I could.
(8:10)
I was at my locker putting my stuff away when Terry came to say hi.
"Hey Wyatt." He said in his as usual cheery voice holding out his hand which I happily shook.
"Man my stupid parents were "at it" again last night." He looked at me confused.
"At it?" I whispered it to his ear the meaning of "At it" meant, and he blushed slightly, then nodded.
"Man lets get to class or will be late." We grabbed our stuff and ran to our boring class. Our teachers names is Ms.Picher or Ms.Pisser to others who don't like her, mainly me and Terry.
(Class room, Status : bored)
"Ugh... I'm gonna die of boredom." I thought sitting in the classroom waiting for this day to end. Terry wasn't doing any better than me, in fact I could hear light snoring coming from him since he sat in the seat in front of me. I felt something hit the back of my head and turned to see Teresa with a spitball shooter thing.
"Stop it Teresa!" She didn't listen and kept firing spitballs at me. I kept swatting at them with my hands in hopes of defending myself from the disgusting projectiles.
"Wyatt, do we have a problem here?" Ms.Picher looked down at me. I decided to say nothing as she just waited for a response until Teresa called out.
"Ms.Picher, Wyatt won't stop annoying me!" I gave her a cold blooded glare. Teresa seemed scared, but the teacher was pissed off.
"Wyatt how many times this week have you gotten in trouble?" She asked. I held my hand to my chin thinking before giving my response to her question.
"The fifteenth time... I think." She nodded in agreement.
"I'm sorry Wyatt, but I have to send you to the principal office." I heard many Oh's from the other students except Terry, who was giving a glare to that son of a bitch, Teresa. I got up and left making my way towards the principals office... Again troubles, like the ones with Teresa, they were never my fault, but none of the teachers ever believed me.
(Out of the principal office 2 hours later status : sad)
" Man, Terry how many times am I going to get in trouble?" He though for a second.
"Uhh..."He mutters unsure how to answer as I shake my head trying to rid myself of the thoughts from my recent meeting with the principal.
"Lets go eat lunch, I'm starved." He nodded and we left for lunch.
(1 hour later classroom status : quiet)
I haven't been saying anything at all, and everything is going well, surprisingly! I heard the bell ring to go home so I said goodbye to Terry then left to make my way back home. When I got to a shortcut I saw a letter, but paid no attention to it as I walked towards home to see a box on my doorstep from my dad and mom. I opened to see a red laptop inside, but I didn't want to use confusing technology right now so I put it away and went upstairs to clean the "mess" my parents made along with fixing my own bed.
(Three hours later)
Eww... that was gross. I thought as I finished cleaning up my parents bed. I glanced at the clock 7:49. It was time for me to get some sleep and since my parents were gone I could actually get some sleep for once.
(Dream world 1 hour later)
I was relaxing in my dreamworld, walking along the long roads that stretched out ahead of me.... "Hi! Do ya know where ah am?" I heard someone say. I turned around to see a pony with a light yellow coat with a red mane and tail with a pretty pink bow in her mane along with her hazel eyes.
"Your in my dream. Why are you I my dream?" I was surprised to see a pony talk, but since this was a dream. You never know what's going to happen.
She just shook her head.
"Ah don't know. One minute I'm starting to sleep, then next I'm in your dream." I was confused, but I could tell she was telling the truth.
"Well, while your here why don't you tell me about yourself?" She nodded.
"I'm Applebloom! What's ur name?" I smiled at her. She seemed nice, but I don't know where here is yet.
"I'm Wyatt and I will help you as long as your here." She nodded, smiling slightly, but in my head I thought. Man this will be a long dream.