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Sacred fire serebii3/19/2023 ![]() Zack gave his mom a nod as he started scoffing down the toast and eggs while taking gulps of orange juice to wash it down in between. “Here.” said his mom, as she handed him a plate with two pieces of toast and scrambled eggs. It was a rather small kitchen just like the entire house it was clustered and a bit short on space. ![]() He took a seat on the breakfast table as he watched his mom waiting for the toast to pop up from the toaster. “Yeah, yeah.” the boy smiled to himself as he continued to jump and run down the stairs and eventually reach the floor as an aroma of eggs entered his nostrils. “Zack! How many times have I told you no running down the stairs?!” a voice screeched, ringing into Zack’s ears. ‘July 9th 2012’Īs he left the room he grabbed a white backpack and started running down the stairs often missing steps as he scurried downstairs. He took a quick glance at the calendar which had a circled day in red with multiple arrows pointed towards this day. He jumped over a few jagged objects as he quickly observed himself in the mirror, in the reflection he saw a boy with dark brown eyes and spiky brown hair which was somewhat messy. He managed to rummage through the mess through his wardrobe and pull out a pair of jeans and a short sleeved plain black top which he hurriedly dressed into, tossing his brown pajamas into the corner of his room. But the rather tall boy did not take any effort to avoid stepping on the clothes or blankets as he hurriedly made his way to his glass wardrobe. ![]() The room was a mess clothes, blankets scattered all over the room. The teenage boy quickly leapt out of the rather small bed onto the timber floor and turned off the alarm which was vibrating around on the nightstand. “…Yes.” a muffled noise came from under the brown and black blankets as they were tossed aside to the bedside and curled up one on top of the other. “Beep, beep, beep.” the alarm’s noise echoed throughout the small room when the hour hand hit 8. ![]()
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