This is my first fic in a long while, but I hope my pen (fingers in this case) isnt rusty
This is my first fic in a long while, but I hope my pen isnt rusty. Ive been reading a lot of fics recently so its just gotten to the point where I cant stand not to write anymore. I havent really worked out the entirety of my story yet, so please be gentle. Also please excuse my horrible name making. Well, here goes the usual:
Dont own nuthin and I dont make anythin. Kay?
The only thing I want to see at 5 A.M. is the inside of my eyelids. And yet the rooster outside my window seems to have other ideas. Typical. I hopped out of my bed (if you could call a blanket on the floor a bed) and I headed for the showers. However, I got up to quickly and my head spins. Realizing my mistake, Im all the more prepared to enjoy the face full of floor. Typical. At least it was a clean floor. A floor I cleaned with my own toothbrush. I wonder what I could be doing now if I just decided to stay at home. Id be asleep still, thats for sure. No use thinking about what ifs I suppose. I never saw this coming when I got here. On that slightly depressing note, I climbed into the shower and got lost in thought