James Norville
The Rebel Boy

Birds chirped cheerfully, the sound of the alarm clock rang with a muffled buzz, and a stream of sunlight warmed the bedsheets. A thin, muscular figure shifted and moaned in a deep smooth tone as he felt the warmth move onto him. He knew there was no way of avoiding the rays from the enormous star that sat in the sky. James sat up in the bed and turned, placing his feet onto the floor. The bad boy rubbed his eyes vigorously until he'd gotten the sleep out of his eyes and walked over to his closet to change his clothes. He put on his usual worn jeans, hightop sneakers, and a long-sleeved shirt with a t-shirt on top of the other shirt.

With a swift motion, the Rebel jumped over the railing of the stairs and landed with a rough plop. He squatted a bit and flexed his muscles with utter amusement before he stood up straight and strolled into the kitchen. As soon as he'd stepped onto the threshold of the kitchen, James saw Raven in the the room. His usual stone-hard face smiled unusually at Raven and nodded to the young lady, "Well good morning, never thought you would be up this early. What's got you up, right now?" He grinned as he said it laxly, opening the refrigerator and began to drink straight from the orange juice box.