Romans & histoires Gumball Woke Up Like This

Travis lazily growled soon after his alarm clock had decided to join the mission to wake him up— loudly ringing, making him growl mentally at its loudness. "TRAVIS!" His grandmother's acidic voice blurted from the other end of his door, making him release a deep sigh while he slowly raised his head from the pillow that was soaked wet with his drool. "I'm awake!" He shouted while he wiped the saliva that has been lining up from his dry mouth to his right cheek, before making a stop next to his ear. His half-open eyes began touring his room, for a reason he couldn't identify. "Yay! I made it without them!" Wearing a gummy smile, Travis exclaimed happily as he was staring at a yellow-coloured t

He's not moving and I move closer to him. Gabe is oddly silent, I nudge him. Assuming he went back to sleep I continue nudging him until he's at the edge of the bed. Eyeing his round butt, I use my foot and kick him over the edge of the bed. "Fuck!" he yells as he hits the floor. "Wake up Gabe!" I say as I roll over and stand above him.

What on earth had been in that vile? "Eager! I like it!" he said with a smirk, mirth dancing in his eyes. “Relax, all good things come to those who wait.” Amused he lowered my hand and brought the vile to my lips. Tilting it so the blood entered my mouth and ran down my throat. In seconds I felt stronger and the pain in my body vanished, I suddenly felt stronger, faster. Alive and amazing. Powerful! I felt powerful.

Instinctively, I looked down at my own hand — the one that had made me throw up last time I dared to look. My pinky. Perfectly straight. “What the…” I muttered, touching it gently like it might fall apart if I pressed too hard. No pain. Not even a twinge. “What the fuck is going on?” I whispered. He shrugged, stretching his arms behind his head like this was just another lazy afternoon. “No clue. I woke up here too. Different outfit, different bed, same face staring at me like she’s about to scream.” I was panicking now. “You think this is funny?”

I moved my head slightly and coz I'm a fucken actress, I managed to master my 'i'm waking up' face and yawn. To finalize is, I looked at them confused. "Hey.. look who's finally awake..." Kat said and Gail smiled, "welcome to the world of the awake..." "Umh... hi..." I said and rubbed the sleep that was left on my eyes, then I yawned for real this time around, "ohh fuck... how long have I been out?" "Long enough.. my mom thought you was dead.. I mean I had to convince her that you are not... God..." Gail joked and I looked at Kat. She smiled, "heeey..."

Thea woke up as her alarm rang. She sat on the bed and stretched her arms like a cat. The vision in front of her blurry and she rubbed her eyes for some time to get a clear vision. She looked at the time and saw she got up on time. It made her happy. If gets up on time than it means that she will reach her school on time and her day will get good it. She forced herself out of the bed and went to washroom. She took her brush and squeezed out some paste on it and started to brush her teeth. After she was done, she rinsed her mouth.

The moment I get back from where they are, I was welcomed with a loud thud coming from something that fall on the ground. To my surprise, I almost lost my grip on the tumbler that I am holding. Luckily, my leg move on it's own making me squat and have a hold on my footings. “And what is the meaning of this again for the second time?”

I like the structure of straight hair even though it's more work. I settled on my bed and opened my bible. I was tired, but I had to finish these verses... "Haven. Hey Haven," Gabe was trying to wake me up with a gentle whisper. "Wakey Wakey." He was gently poking me. I groaned. "Five more minutes," I turned away from Gabe. "It's time to wake up now," he said. He didn't sound like himself. His voice sounded much deeper. Almost sexy. Maybe he was catching a cold.

"Stop pretending, Harold. I saw all those photos on your laptop and the tattoo above your heart. "Let this go, Harold," I said. "Don't you feel guilty doing this to Elise?" His lips wobbled, but no sound came out. When he saw the disgust in my eyes, he finally realized that arguing for his own sake would only make things worse, and all blood drained from his face. With trembling hands, he fished out a wrinkled piece of paper from his pocket. On it, someone had written with a childish scrawl: "Reconciliation Ticket."

I press the green button and pull it to my ear. “Good morningggg,” Gabe sings. “Mm,” I hummed. “Someone’s grumpy. Did you not get any sleep?” he asked. “The problem is I got too much sleep,” I yawned. “Oh, well that’s good! I’m glad you got some rest honey, buuuut I need your sweet ass to get up out of bed. It’s not easy saving the world, but who else, other than me, can shake it like you?” Gabe asked.