I noticed something wrong in my first part of the story. The edit button is gone, so I can't fix it. I'll just que you guys in. Instead of
"Early Sunday morning", pretend I said "Early Monday morning". It will make sense this way
I'm thinking of putting --'s around parts that I don't know if I'm really going to include in the story or not, or maybe just change the wording.
Maybe you guys could tell me if I should keep it or not.
Exactly at 6:30 AM, right on que as usual, Trevor's alarm rang, mimmicking the tune of Beethoven's Moonlight Sonata. The tune had grown tiresome.
No longer the beautiful song it had once seemed, it was now just plain annoying. He realized he must have gone to sleep. How long had he been lying
awake? He walked to his bathroom, half-asleep, half awake and looked into the mirror. His light brown, usually spikey hair was matted down. His
blue-green eyes looked bloodshot, like the eyes of someone who hadn't slept in ages. It didn't make sense. He had gone to bed at precisely 10
o'clock as usual. "9 hours is all I need", he had always joked, realizing this was a pretty lengthy amount of time to sleep for someone his age.
(I haven't decided his exact age yet, maybe someone could help me with this
). He wasn't overly attractive, nor was he ugly. He had always
decided he was about average looking. Not someone who turned heads, but he could get a decent girl if need be.
That day at school was strange as well. It was cold, so he wore his usual redish-brown leather jacket. He seemed to just drift through his classes,
not exactly paying attention to what was going on around him. Usually he was a decent student, but today just feld like a day dream. --Even the girl
he secretly had a crush on didn't seem as much of an attention grabber today. Usually he thought about her everytime he saw her. She had brown,
perfect (in his eyes) hair, that went just down to her shoulder blades. Her eyes were green, and she had exceptionally long eyelashes. They had been
to a few movies together, but Trevor never had the courage to ask her out on a real date.-- He had dozed through so much of the day that he didn't
even realize his best friend, Tom, was absent from class. It was unusual, he always had perfect attendance. Every since the first day they met, Tom
had never missed a day of school. Trevor kept having flashes of things he couldn't identify. A bright light shining through his window, some
strange sound that sounded like a muffled vacuum cleaner.
That's all I can think of for now
. There's too many things I can't decide on. I still haven't decided how old I want to make Trevor. The
story (as you probably know by now) is going to include aliens. I'm not sure whether to make them good, bad, or somewhere in between. It's harder
than it looks heh heh.