An Excerpt from a Writing Project

From Rockybado

The weather was very warm tonight. It was the beginning of June, so it was almost summer. Only about ten more days, and then the longest day of the year would come. Time to pick out the watermelons, the cantaloupe, the sweet corn, and all the whatnot.

David and Brody Ingram share a room, which is the biggest bedroom in the house. They each have a futon, one on each side of the room. The two boys fell asleep in no time at all and stayed asleep for at least a couple hours. Then, Brody woke up.

“David?” he asked quietly. 

No response from David, meaning that he was sound asleep.

Brody then crawled over to where his older brother was sleeping. David was sleeping on his stomach, his back moving up and down with his breathing. Five minutes later, he stirred and lay on his side. 

“DAVID!” Brody shouted at the top of his lungs. 

David finally responded. It turned out that he was not in the best of moods. As a matter of fact, he was in a worse mood than he normally is in his waking moments. 

The boy was suddenly woken up by his younger brother, and he found that to be somewhat annoying. He was trying to sleep, so that he would have a great last day of school tomorrow. And now, thanks to Brody, he might end up pretty exhausted. Brody had to have woken him up for a better reason than not.

“What?!” David answered, somewhat annoyed. 
“Do you hear that sound?”
“What sound?”
“It sounds like girls singing.”
“Why would we have girls in the house at this time of night?”
“I don’t know.”
“Want to investigate then?”
“Yes.”

David got up off his futon, and he and Brody walked all around the house. They didn’t think the “girls” would have been anywhere, except for Brett’s room. When David and Brody walked farther away from their older brother’s room, the sound grew fainter and fainter. 

“These girls are singing in Brett’s room,” Brody said bluntly.

The two boys walked into Brett’s room, only to find him listening to some random pop music. He used some songs by his most favorite female artists to study for one of his harder finals. Apparently, the brain messes with its owner when he or she first wakes up from a deep sleep. David and Brody stood by Brett’s door for a few minutes as they kept on wondering why their older brother would even consider listening to songs that are most likely from the ‘80’s.

​“Hey, guys,” Brett said.
“Hi,” Brody answered blankly.
“What’s up?”
“I thought there were girls singing in the house. You tricked me.”
“It’s eleven. You should probably go to bed.”
“It’s eleven. You should probably go to bed.”
“In thirty minutes, I will.”
“Have fun studying.”
“Have fun going to bed.”