Mastersword130

The sound of the alarm awoke fifteen year-old Drag Alexander from his slumber. As he rolled over, he lifted is head; his tinted red eyes squinted to look at the LED lights that shaped the numbers on the clock. He groaned at the sight and let his heavy head plummet back into the soft, warm pillow. He hit the snooze button, and a smile escaped his mouth as he slowly drifted back to his dreams. That was until a loud knocking on the door shot the male up. The door creaked open, revealing a man with an impressive wardrobe of a black suit, white shirt, and red tie. His arm nested Drag’s clothes and harboured a towel. The man was Jonathan, th