What's up guys? My name is Tobias, I'm 18 and I've been writing stories since I was...Idk...2? Maybe. But this is my first story on PIMD and I'm super excited, just bear with me through my mistakes because obviously...No one is perfect. Let's get to it... ~Chapter 1~ Its cold as hell outside, 12 degrees to be exact. Even though it's 6 am, it's still pretty dark outside. I sit up in bed. My alarm just went off and was still buzzing like a mad man. I quickly turn it off, rubbing my eyes. I'm tired as hell. I pull back my covers and let the coldness of my bedroom make my body shiver. It's never warm in my bedroom, it's always the same temperature as outside. I walk across my cold wooden floor to the light switch. My eyes burn from the extreme brightness, but I fight through it and walk to my dresser just feet away from my desk where my laptop and overdue assignments lay. Someone knocks on my door. "Who is it?" I yell out, my voice low and raspy. "Sweetheart?!" My mother yelled out in her British accent from the other side of the door. My mother was British, she stood a height of 5'7 with short neck length blonde hair and glimmering blue eyes. "What?" I replied irratated running my fingers through my dark brown hair. I picked up most of my dad's genes, along with his short tempered attitude. "I made you some breakfast, just come down whenever your ready to eat." She said. I didn't respond, I just opened one of my drawers and grabbed one of my blue long sleeve shirts with the American flag on it. My mother hated my shirt, but it was my favorite so I wore it at least once a week. I grabbed a pair of jeans along with some self cleaning tools and got in the shower. I liked hot showers in the early morning, they woke me up and energized me. I walked out the bathroom with my towel over my waist. I was surprised to see my next door neighbor Sydney, sitting on my bed in a large khaki colored coat. Sydney was one of the hottest girwn Bridges High School. She was a stunning 5'5 with long gorgeous red hair and light green eyes. She was from Russia, you could tell because of her accent. "Hello," she smiled at me. Her teeth pearly white. "Hi." I said, "Ready for our morning routine?" She smiled seductively, sliding her large coat from off her naked body. "Its cold outside." I said looking out my window. "How did you get here?" "How I always do," she said, getting up and walking towards me. "the window." She whispered. The next thing I knew, her hands were tracing all over my body.We made out like madmen in the middle of my bedroom. Then, I picked her up and layed her gently on the bed, kissing her full pink lips.... To Be Continued...