“Your turn.” I handed the controller reluctantly to my idle friend. He was still grinning from my mediocre game.
“What! You got something to say,” I retorted. He just sat there and grinned, but nonetheless took the sweaty controller from my hand. I watched him play his turn. Of course he fared much better then I. I mean, come on! He owned the game! But I didn’t care. It was still fun, dying or not. The day had rung bright and cheery, very strange weather for Alaska this time of year. I knew it was summer, but I expected to wear little more then a ten pound jacket. I found out after I stepped of the plane at the Ancrage port that I had packed way past the recommended amount of cloths. Two weeks was a long time away from home. It my first major adventure into teen hood. I still was wondering why my parents didn’t mind me going. I’m only fifteen. I remembered the day that my friend told me that he was moving. It didn’t bother me at first, but I later realized I had lost my best friend. Right way we had began to discuss ways that I would be able to visit, and we simple let it fold out in front of us. I woke from my daydream and looked at my friend, to my surprised he was fast asleep. I took a look at the clock before I slowly and steadily grabbed the controller out of his hand. I didn’t want him to awake; if he awoke it would be his turn again. The clock read 12:40am. I sat down and started to play, but I was soon overtaken by sleepiness. I calmly sat my self on the floor and called to my friend. “Marshal, its time to go to sleep.” Of course he was already asleep, but I wanted him turn of the lights. I was being lazy. Marshal stirred in his sleep but did not wake completely, so I turned the lights of myself. I collapsed on his couch, and was soon fast asleep. I new little about what was going on outside. The countries of the world were stirring.
