The sunlight was irritably scorching on Lewis' face. Ugh. Who drew up the curtains! Lewis got up, reluctantly. He didn't feel like stretching, he was busy being angry. Then suddenly, he remembered.
'Today's the day. The day of -'
'Lewis. Don't start singing again!' his mother called from downstairs.
'I don't listen to anyone who woke me up this early in the morning!'
'Huh? Weren't you the one who wanted to wake up early? You forgot?'
'Wha-' Now that she mentions it, he did remember asking his mother to wake him up early. He was lucky though, his mother wasn't upstairs to see his face going red.
Lewis decided to retreat. 'Yeah, yeah. Whatever.' He came down.
'Good to see that you remembered.' His mother was smirking that him. How dare she! I am now being humiliated in the face of... in the face of... well, me!
It was the 5th of June, according to our calender. Well, you don't want to know how their calender works, tell you later, just to be on the safe side.
Stating the facts, the day didn't start off well for Lewis Lawrence. Got up late, scolded by his mother and he forgot to wear his glasses. Now, the only thing that is left is that I forgot to wear my watch. Thinking that, he followed his gaze to his wrist. Whoa! I can't believe it! He forgot to wear that as well. However, placing the blurry beginning aside, it was the last day of academy for Lewis.
Lewis had poor eyesight, specifically, he was near sighted. He had been quite accustomed to this, evidenced by his habit of pushing up his glasses up his nose. He thought that it looked smart on him, but, in fact, his sight condition was only deteriorating at quite a pace, for a fifteen year-old boy, that is.
That aside, classes of the day were going to start soon. On his way to his classroom, he met up with his best friend Scott Louis. Scott Louis had dark brown hair like Lewis, (and of the same age, of course), and a stiff face. This facial expression resembled Lewis. In fact, there a close resemblance, between him and Lewis, of personality. For instance, they didn't like talking much, but rather talked with themselves. Simply put, they were people whom you should call 'unsocial'.
'Yo Scott.' called out Lewis. The other replied, 'Lewis? What happened to your glasses?'. 'I forgot', came the reply. Lewis and Scott were friends, but they were different. Scott had a strong sense of purpose and determination, while Lewis was cowardly and hardly had much optimistic determination. Their goals were different. Lewis wanted to be a Rhitirean, while Scott wanted to be a part of the Deagoran army doctor. It is as if the cowards are the ones that want to go out taking the risky jobs.
Lewis and Scott were walking down the corridor when they heard someone-
(To Be Continued)
'Today's the day. The day of -'
'Lewis. Don't start singing again!' his mother called from downstairs.
'I don't listen to anyone who woke me up this early in the morning!'
'Huh? Weren't you the one who wanted to wake up early? You forgot?'
'Wha-' Now that she mentions it, he did remember asking his mother to wake him up early. He was lucky though, his mother wasn't upstairs to see his face going red.
Lewis decided to retreat. 'Yeah, yeah. Whatever.' He came down.
'Good to see that you remembered.' His mother was smirking that him. How dare she! I am now being humiliated in the face of... in the face of... well, me!
It was the 5th of June, according to our calender. Well, you don't want to know how their calender works, tell you later, just to be on the safe side.
Stating the facts, the day didn't start off well for Lewis Lawrence. Got up late, scolded by his mother and he forgot to wear his glasses. Now, the only thing that is left is that I forgot to wear my watch. Thinking that, he followed his gaze to his wrist. Whoa! I can't believe it! He forgot to wear that as well. However, placing the blurry beginning aside, it was the last day of academy for Lewis.
Lewis had poor eyesight, specifically, he was near sighted. He had been quite accustomed to this, evidenced by his habit of pushing up his glasses up his nose. He thought that it looked smart on him, but, in fact, his sight condition was only deteriorating at quite a pace, for a fifteen year-old boy, that is.
That aside, classes of the day were going to start soon. On his way to his classroom, he met up with his best friend Scott Louis. Scott Louis had dark brown hair like Lewis, (and of the same age, of course), and a stiff face. This facial expression resembled Lewis. In fact, there a close resemblance, between him and Lewis, of personality. For instance, they didn't like talking much, but rather talked with themselves. Simply put, they were people whom you should call 'unsocial'.
'Yo Scott.' called out Lewis. The other replied, 'Lewis? What happened to your glasses?'. 'I forgot', came the reply. Lewis and Scott were friends, but they were different. Scott had a strong sense of purpose and determination, while Lewis was cowardly and hardly had much optimistic determination. Their goals were different. Lewis wanted to be a Rhitirean, while Scott wanted to be a part of the Deagoran army doctor. It is as if the cowards are the ones that want to go out taking the risky jobs.
Lewis and Scott were walking down the corridor when they heard someone-
(To Be Continued)
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