His name was Graham Fisk. People called him 'Fish.'
He was on vacation, too. Summer vacation, to be exact. He couldn't wait. Graham's friends had told them they're stories. Summer brought out the girls, the girls in the bathing suites, they said. So he asked his parents to vacation near the beach. And they had agreed.
"Graham, wake up!" He heard. It was his mom. Why was his mom asking him to get up so early? He checked his clock. It read 8:07. Why was he up at this hour?
"Graham!' She yelled again. Deciding that it was better to be up early, then to sleep in as late as he wanted, grounded, he got up. Turning on the t.v, he faced his dresser. He threw on the first shirt he found, and went downstairs. Then he remembered, pants! They were important and he learned that the hard way. Putting on pants, he ran down the stairs.
"I made your favorite," Mrs. Fisk said, "chocolate chip pancakes, with chocolate milk on the side. And Graham, did you remember to turn off that t.v of yours?" She was not a fan of having a t.v in her son's room.
"Hey, mom, I'm going to be checking out the vacation city," he said coming down the steps.
"Okay, but be back by 12:00," She warned. Mrs. Fisk was know for her strictness.
"Mom, I'm in high school, I've been in high school for three years now. I would like to be able to go out without you saying I have to be back."
"Fine, 1:00, but that's as far as I'll go," she answered.
"Gee, thanks," he said, then raced out the door.
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A/N This is a picture of Graham. Copy and paste it.