Sven Will It End

chapter 1

The alarm clock on Nickolai’s computer rang out with the distinct buzzer that he had assigned to it. He chose this loud and un-necessary buzzer to make sure he got up when he was supposed to. He had a habit of showing up to school late and being punished for it.  He looked lazily at the monitor. The time was 6:30 am. He gradually over the course of several minutes eased his way out of bed. He had an unusually large computer monitor, one the size of a 72 in flat screen television. The large red LCD display of the time hurt his eyes with its bright red glare. He stumbled into the bathroom and looked into the mirror. The ragged reflection was of a tall black haired boy.  He had peach fuzz and bright green eyes.  It was a shade of green that can be seen from a great distance. But his eyes were unusual. They changed with his emotions and also the correlation with the seasons. He washed the dirt from his eyes and proceeded to brush his teeth. In mid brush he heard a distinct “ding” come from his computer. It was a message from his best friend Jason or otherwise known as “gigabyte” in the hacking world. He glared down at the message “ dude I think Marcus  just found out how to rewrite the school food orders, pizza and pasta for the next 7 months bro xD”  he attempted to conjure a smile but was inhibited due to the tooth brush protruding from the corner of his mouth. He replies “ hahahahahahah good s**t bro, see you in the s**t hole” GiGaByTe: “ dude don’t you mean school? o.O…”

Mr.EnCrYpTed: “hahahaha yeah exactly man” [Mr.EnCrYpTed HAS LOGGED OFF] he then strolls back into the bathroom. After He showers he gathers his things and heads into the kitchen. His father frank is sitting at the table sipping some tea and read the news on the  “news tablet”. “ well son you actually woke up on time” he chuckles lightly then diverts his attention back to the projection playing mid air. His dad was old, going into his mid 60’s he only had one thing in mind, retirement. His mother however was much younger she had just turned 41 last month. The thought grazed his mind for a few milliseconds as his vision passes the wine glass with “happy birthday mom” engraved on it. His mother snaps him back into reality, literally. Even as a young boy nickolai had always had trouble focusing on things. His mind would often wander, but with good reason. And his mother always had to literally snap her fingers to get his attention. She looks happily at him and says with her obviously strong Russian accent “ oh look at son, he so grown now. YA tak gorzhusʹ toboĭ moĭ syn “ which in Russian he knew  meant “ I’m so proud of you my son”. He glared back at his mother and said “I love you too mom”. He then cleverly strolled past the table grabbing a piece of toast from his father’s plate, but before his father could react he was out the door and riding his skateboard down the street. His father was not even mad at him he just went back to sipping his tea and said “ god I love that boy, he’s fast, calculated, and precise. Just like I taught him” his mother adds “he is when he wants to be” she continues “you know that kid is a lot smarter than you give him credit for frank” his dad replies “of course didn’t you realize he took one of your pieces to?” she glares at the previously toast occupied spot upon her plate “how did he…” frank laughs “ calm down Svetlana I don’t think we will ever know”