Voice Recorder

My father's voice

  Hey guys here's the update that I've been working on. I know it's been awhile so here it is! 

6:00AM 

My alarm rang, I hit the snooze button like all human beings. I didn't want to wake up, everyday for me is the same. Today I didn't feel like going to school just to get beaten up. I told myself that it's okay, everything is going to be fine but let's cut the crap, we all know it isn't going to be. I forced myself up, walked towards the bathroom and cleaned myself nicely. I went downstairs, walked to the kitchen and grabbed myself a toast. Took my bag, left the house and locked the door behind me.

6:43AM

I had to jog to the bus stop. When I got there, the bus had just left. I walked towards a dull looking house, knocking the door. An old man in his sixties answered the door. "Uh good morning Mr. Hermin." I greeted him politely. "Ah yes. Kevin. Just get to car, I'll be with you shortly." Mr. Hermin replied with a soft tone. I walked towards the car and waited for Mr. Hermin to unlock the car. It took awhile for Mr. Hemrin to realise that he didn't unlock the car. Eventually he unlocked it, I got in the car. Mr. Hermin's car isn't that big of a size but it can fit probably a family of 5. He had a lateritious car, it's easy to spot since it's bright in color. He got in the car and so did his nephew, Jax. mr. Hermin's wrinkled hands grabbed the steering wheel, sometimes I worry for him. His son died to cancer, his daughter was abused by her husband so she decided to end the abuse by taking her life. That turned so dull and gloomy so fast. Let's not stick with the dull part. Jax is slightly younger than me. Jax and I always talked when we had the chance in the car. Our talks range from school to the economics.

7:12AM

We arrived there, I said thank you to Mr. Hermin and waved goodbye to Jax and his grandfather. We parted our own way, I walked in perfectly and everything went as planned. Wait no scratch that. I rushed my way into the school, trying my best not to be late. I got in the class 2 minutes before the class started. I sat down at my usual place, 2nd row by the window. I always glanced outside the window whenever I got bored. I felt really tired even though I slept early last night, I took a quick nap on the table. Darkness always fills up my mind whenever I went to sleep or took a nap. Though quite often I would see a lady, her hair was magma-red and it crashed over her shoulders, I could tell that she was a cheerful person just by the looks of her. She had a sculpted figure which was imp-thin. Her waist was wasp-waisted and had a burning complexion. A pair of arched eyebrows with her constellation-blue eyes gazed at me. I could feel a tension around my neck, somehow I fear her no matter how beautiful she looked. 

9:31AM

 The bell rang and I got out of class, I walked towards my locker and I saw Brad. Brad is the guy who beats people up for their lunch money. He had a masculine body as he was the captain of the rugby team. He occasionally would beat me up but now it became a regular thing. he would want my lunch money, I always gave him the money without fighting back. He'd swing at me even though I gave him the money but I didn't care. I opened up my locker, I was looking for my Mathematics textbook. I stumbled upon an Olympus DP-10 Digital Recorder, I recognized this instantly. I've done my research on these types of voice recorders before. I slide the voice recorder in  to my pocket and went on to what I was doing before.

14:12PM

I just got home from school. There isn't much in the recorder that I found, all I could hear is numbers, "9 6 25 15 21 21 14 4  5 18 19 20 1 14 4 13 5 20 8 5 14 7 15 20 15 7th Avenue, Lasgunn." Weird. Why would they put 7th Avenue, Lasgunn? That place has been- there was a loud bang from the front door. Who would be knocking this loud.

Thanks for reading! Sorry if this story used too many of the same words or such but anyways thanks again! See you guys soon!