The Legendary System

Tied-To-Teamwork

The elevator parted, and with long strides he walked to the flat and punched the doorbell. In midst of the ringing bell, he sighed and leaned his head on the door.  He fell in to the opening door, stretching his hands out, he gripped the frame and supported himself.

“Hello Drakey, how was school?” Abby approached with a kind smile, rubbing her wet hands against her pants.  

He grunted and walked past her, tossed his bag to the rack. Brisked to the kitchen, he pulled a carton of milk from the refrigerator and gulped it down his throat and slammed the crushed carton on the counter. He took another carton and stamped to the living room

"Dear, what happened?"

Draven slumped on the couch and took one sip and rested the milk on the armrest, and clapped his hand; the 4D television turned on.

Her forehead scrunched in wrinkles, she asked "Was practice that bad?"

"Hmm" Draven swiped his hand across the air, toggling to the sports chan