Paul's Short Story: 1st Page

            Mondays, nobody likes them. I groan to myself as I roll over in my bed to squint over at my digital clock. At this point of the morning, it feels as if I’m looking straight into the sun, 5:33. Grumbling to myself, I pull my blanket back over my head and think to myself, “Just 30 more minutes…”

            Hung-over from our championship-victory weekend rager, I feel as if someone’s banging on the insides of my head. Neil Clifton, captain of the Jericho Warriors, I chuckle to myself. Pulling the blanket off of my body, I expose myself to the cold morning air. The clothes I wore the night before are lying on the floor in a pile by my bed. I pick up my old blue jeans out of the center of the pile and throw them on while walking over to my dresser to find a nice clean shirt. I look at my dresser, aware that I’m forgetting something. Running my finger over the top of my dresser, I notice that there isn’t any dust. Maybe Mom cleaned my room while I was sleeping. I grab a shirt and glance around the room to see if Mom messed with any of my other stuff. My room usually looks somewhat like the aftermath of a tornado, but today, it just looks empty. Shocked, I examine my Hall of Fame where i keep all of my medals and trophies, but it’s completely empty and I feel as if every single athletic accomplishment I’ve achieved has vanished into thin air.

            “MOOOOOOOOOOOM!? Where are all my stuff?” I shout stomping out of my room. No response. I half-hop half-walk down the stairs to see what was going on. There is nobody in the living room or the kitchen, so I assume that they've been sent away on one of those last-minute meetings they always have. I grab my backpack from the sofa and jog over to Adam's house. Adam is my best friend. Every morning, I go over to Adam's house and he drives the both of us to school. However, today has already proven to be a weird day so far.