BEEP BEEP BEEP

"uuuuuuuuggghhhh"

"JASON!"

"zzzzzzz"

"JASON!"

"WHAT?!" I said as I woke up

"Your gonna miss the bus if you don't get up!"

"mmmkay dad!" I said rolling over to look for my shoes

THUMP

"ouch!" I said as i hit the floor"this bed isn't the same as my old one!"

"what do you mean?" asks my little sister Ally

She's 11,skinny,jet-black hair,and about no patintecne when she wakes up

I,on the other hand,am 15,have deep brown hair, ADHD,and can't stay still

"i mean i fell off again!" I said angrily

"JASON!"

"You're lucky your bus doesn't come for another 2 hours Ally!" I said as i ran down to get ready

My mom Allison is sitting in the living room,watch our bunny and puppy play

She is who you get everything from,she is 25,deep brown hair,ADHD,and can't sit still,only she doesn't talk much

Jason SR. is who your sister gets her traits

In Fact,I always tease her on how she is a younger version of dad only girllier of course

"I'm ready I say after I get dressed and get my bag

HONK HONK

"And right on time,too!" says my dad as I run out to catch the bus

"hello" the driver says

"hi" I say As i come in

I've always hated school,just becajuse i can't sleep late like i want to,plus when i go to ask to go to the bathroom the teacher is always wierd

I sit down in my usual seat,seat number 3,second row,on the left

for the nest 4 hours,i sit and read A Child Called 'It'

After the knife incident, Father spent less and less time at home and more at work. He made excuses to the family, but I didn't believe him. I often shivered with fear as I sat in the garage, hoping for some reason he might not leave. In spite of all that had happened, I still felt Father was my protector. When he was home, Mother only did about half the things to me that she did when he was gone. 
When Father was home, it became his habit to help me with the evening dishes. Father washed and I dried. While we worked, we talked softly so neither Mother nor the other boys could hear us. Sometimes, several minutes would pass without us talking. We wanted to make sure the coast was clear. 
Father always broke the ice. "How ya doing, Tiger?" he would say. Hearing the old name that Father used when I was a little boy always brought a smile to my face. "I'm OK," I would answer. "Did you have anything to eat today?" he often asked. I usually shook my head in a negative gesture. "Don't worry," he'd say. "Some day you and I will both get out of this madhouse." 
I knew father hated living at home and I felt that it was all my fault. I told him that I would be good and that I wouldn't steal food anymore. I told Father I would try harder and do a better job on my chores. When I said these things, he always smiled and assured me that it wasn't my fault. Sometimes as I dried the dishes, I felt a new ray of hope. I knew Father probably wouldn't do anything against Mother, but when I stood beside him I felt safe. 
Like all good things that happened to me, Mother put an end to Father helping me with the dishes. She insisted that The Boy needed no help. She said that Father paid too much attention to me and not enough to others in the family. Without a fight, Father gave up. Mother now had complete control over everybody in the household. 
After awhile, Father didn't even stay home on his days off. He would come in for only a few minutes. After seeing my brothers, he would find me wherever I was doing my chores and say a few sentences, then leave. It took Father no more than 10 minutes to get in and out of the house, and be on his way back to his solitude, which he usually found in a bar. When Father talked to me, he'd tell me that he was making plans for the two of us to leave. This always made me smile, but deep inside I knew it was a -

"Hey!"I hear someone say to me"Jason look up!"

I look up and see my best friend Allex wearing a afro

I look at him for a while,then manage to say,"Take the wig off please this isn't a circus!"

He laughs,and takes the wig off"I know,but i like to see the look on your face"

He screws his face up into a look that looks like a gjuy with constapation and a girl when she realizes an animal jjust died,which makes me laugh

"Next stop,Middle School"

 we both imitate that as the bus pulls in,starting a year i'll never forget

Reviewer: DudemanguyDate: December 09 2012 7:51 PM Title: Morning-Day 1Hey, since it is your first story, not a lot of criticism will come from me. But, description is key, and write like a story ehh? But just work on this and it will be a good story. Good luck!
My thoughts:Description redo

Jason-Deep brown hair,Outgoing,ADHD,smart,INSOMNIAC

Ally-Jet Black hair,Quiet,serene,smart

Jason Jr(Age:30)-Jet Black hair,Outgoing,ADHD,is a teacher at the high school

Allison(Age:29)-Deep brown hair,Quiet,serene,smart

----------------------------------------------------------------------------------Reviewer: deathshinigami Signed [Report This]Date: December 09 2012 10:39 AM Title: Morning-Day 1dood, did his mom give birth to him when she was 14

My thoughts:No, i meant it for a teen child birth,age 18,Allison should be 29-

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Morning-day 1

 Chapter:New and Old

Mode:Third-Person

School-Not many people say it's a bad thing,just it's very boring.Jason was one of those people,always getting in trouble for falling asleep in class,though he was usually just dosing off.Nevertheless,he still got straight A's and was never severly punished.He went to his locker and got his stuff for his first hour,which was nothing.The class was Computers,fairly easy and possible his worst class.He was never that good at it,it took him longer than any other class to do the work,because his computer was always broken.While he waited for the bell to ring signaling school to start(which won't happen for another 2 hours at 9:45),He saw a student named Ariana,the pretiest girl in school(though she was never asked out because she was too quiet),she was about as tall as Jason only slitelly shorter,Red hair and,ironically,also had ADHD.

RRRRRRRRRRIIIIIIIIIINNNNNNGGGGGGGG!!!!!

 Jason looked up starteled at the early bell

Weird,he thought,it's only 8:21 and the bell is going off

Jason looked outside to see if it was a  fire drill,and saw the clouds rolling in,full of lighting

S***,he thought,it's a Tornado Alert!

 As he ran to his first class(standerd protocal for the school to go to the next class in cas of emergency)he wondered what this meant for his day.

Not many people can handle this exitement and still be calm(TROLL),but he was.He ran into the class and stared in disbelief as the compter he sat down at started to control itself

We're sorry students,but the school system has been hacked...classes will be delayed for another hour starting at 10:45

Jason got up and went back to his locker,thinking,now that's new

He sat down and started to read A Child Called It

-fantasy. 
One day, he knelt down to tell me how sorry he was. I looked into his face. The change in Father frightened me. He had dark black circles around his eyes, and his face and neck were beet-red. Father's once rigid shoulders were now slumped over. Gray had begun to take over his jet-black hair. Before he left that day, I threw my arms around his waist. I didn't know when I would see him again. 
After finishing my chores that day, I rushed downstairs. I had been ordered to wash my ragged clothes and another heap of smelly rags. But that day, Father's leaving had left me so sad that I buried myself in the pile of rags and cried. I cried for him to come back and take me away. After a few minutes of self-comfort, I settled down and began scrubbing my "Swiss cheese" clothes. I scrubbed until my knuckles bled. I no longer cared about my existence. Mother's house had become unbearable. I wished I could somehow manage to escape the place I now called the "Madhouse." 
During one period of time when Father was away, Mother starved me for about ten consecutive days. No matter how hard I tried to meet her time limits, I couldn't make it. And the consequence was no food. Mother was completely thorough in making sure I was unable to steal any food. She cleared the dinner table herself, putting the food down the garbage disposal. She rummaged through the garbage can every day before I emptied it downstairs. She locked the freezer in the garage with her key and kept it. I was used to going without food for periods up to three days, but this extended time was unbearable. Water was my only means of survival. When I filled the metal ice cube tray from the refrigerator, I would tip the corner of the tray to my mouth. Downstairs I would creep to the wash basin and crack the faucet tap open. Praying that the pipe would not vibrate and alert Mother, I would carefully suck on the cold metal until my stomach was so full I thought it would burst.