"Hey, kiddo! If you don't get up now you'll be late to your own graduation!"
The familiar voice echoed up the stairs of the small house. It needn't be that big, due to only 3 people living there. The teen, an 18-year-old boy, was still laying on his stomach blanket pulled up over his head.
He was reluctantly awake but was trying desperately to go back to sleep.
Graduation...exciting yes, but nerve wracking too. Because unfortunately, he was valedictorian and the thought of getting up and doing a speech was horrible. He had one but it wasn't exactly his thing...
He heard the door to his room creak open and a much softer, more feminine voice spoke up.
"Come on sweetheart, wake up" Footsteps then the blanket was gently pulled away.
The teen groaned rolling over and covering his eyes from the light as his mother opened the blinds.
"Mum..." he moaned irritably.
She chuckles, turning back to him.
"You can't blame me for waking you up. You have to get moving. Come on Gijeog"
[Translation: "Miracle"]
"I know but couldn't I just skip it...?"
She walks to the doorway, turning and winking at her son.
"You know you can't. You shouldn't. This is a big day for you!" then she smirks "You'd best get a move on; your father is planning to spray you with a water pistol if you don't"
"He wouldn't" The teen mumbles, sitting up a bit and rubbing his eyes.
His mother hums thoughtfully, turns back to the hallway and calls out:
"Adam, hun?"
"Yeah?" Adam's voice calls back up.
"Did you not threaten to spray Ross if he stayed in bed too much longer...?"
Laughter echoed from downstairs before Adam yelled back up.
"Yup, get up Adeul!"
["Son"]
Ross groans.
"Alright, alright I'm moving!"
His mother smiles.
"Good. Your dad's making some pancakes as a breakfast treat! So you get changed into something nice to wear under your Graduation outfit and meet us there alright?"
Ross nods, his mother closes the door as she leaves and Ross quickly gets changed. Into a nice white dress shirt (yeah, white. He knows it's a big risk but his wardrobe is pretty well all white and black). He grabs his pale, old and torn red bandanna from his bedside table and quickly ties it around his neck before grabbing his brush and standing in front of his mirror.
He brushed his curls back as well as he could, making them look somewhat respectable. He'd gone and let his hair grow out a bit, not exactly because he wanted to, but because he was too lazy to go get it cut. So now he was starting to recognise why his father cringed at even the mention of his own grown out hair.
"I swear, after graduation, you're getting cut again" he muttered.
The door creaks open again and there's his father standing there with - OH GOD HE WAS SERIOUS!!
Ross instinctively ducked as water flew over his head. He looked up at his father with irritation in his eyes.
"I was awake!"
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Power Rangers Codex
Fanfiction"May the Power protect you" Adam Park had said those words many, many times. Adam had heard those words many times. In the 28 years since he took on his powers those words had given him courage in the face of great adversity. But he had never though...
