Toasty: A Fictional Narrative

Words: 327
Pages: 2

The hard wooden sword hit me in the middle of my head. “Toasty, why are you out of it today. You are usually able to beat me in less than thirty seconds. I think that you should clear your head,” My Coach suggested.
“Ok, then are we done for the day?” I ask, trying to keep some emotion in my voice.
“Yeah, but tomorrow you better be your best self or greater.”
“Yeah, yeah. Just stop nagging me, you sound like my mother.”
“Fine just go to sleep you look like the dead died more than once,” she stated.
So I agree and hurry out because my mother should be on her rounds on the east side of the building. She won’t be able to find me till I jump. I grab my glider and head to the roof. When I get to the top of the building I see the door to the roof.