Vector: Chapter Two
My alarm clock sounded. I rolled clumsily out of bed and dropped a fist on top of the “off” button. Rubbing my eyes, I yawned and stumbled over to my dresser. I pulled out some boxers, shorts, a belt, and a t-shirt with three buttons on the front. Halfway through pulling my shorts on, I remembered that I had to talk to Sara. I groaned and kept dressing after checking my phone to see that she still hadn’t responded. The smell of pancakes filled the air, drawing me downstairs. “Hey, bud.” My dad said, briefly looking up from the griddle in front of him to gesture that I should sit down at one of the tall chairs behind the kitchen counter. He slid a glass of orange juice over to me and I grimaced in …