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         Drake?~
Though he was home schooled, the boy had an odd habit of hanging around the local high school. He felt they were a good audience to rant on about Tupperware parties and AA meetings. Evil schemes... All of it, a conspiracy, somehow against him he believed. Today he woke up determined, planning to make a speech at North Hill High's cafeteria. He didn't particularly like crowds, or people for that matter. But he wanted people to hear him. It was a Lynus, day today, he had decided. So let's start over. (Lynus-) While dreaming about how much he is confused by short people, why aren't they tall?! I don't care how old t hey are.. his mother knocked on his door.
"Drake-y! Time to wake up." She seemed to sing whenever she talked, which he found incredibly annoying.
God will that woman EVER leave me alone. "What mother?" He said annoyed, "And today my name is LYNUS."
Lifting his head from his pillow, he scowled at her, she seemed to stand there perfectly happy with that dumb grin that never left her cheery face.
"It's time for breakfast! Get up sleepy head!" She giggled at her 'sleepy-head' remark, for some reason she must have found herself funny.
He groaned, putting his face back into the pillow, and she left the room. He groggily slunk out of bed, and trudged to the kitchen. Rubbing his eyes he sat down, looking at a plate of french toast, and a few vitamins that sat near the plate. Turning to his mother, he grumbled "You know i hate french toast..."
He then pushed the plate to the side, too tired to throw it at the wall, or yell at his mother for the obviously idiotic mistake, and glanced at the vitamins.
"Mother! I refuse to swallow these! What, are you trying to kill me?" disgusted, he got up and left the room. He had speech planning to do.