Pokeumans: Peter The Anthro Skarmory
"Peter! Get yourself up!" Yelled my mum as light shone brightly from my windows
I groaned as I rolled over in my bed, another Friday, another end to the school week I thought. It's pretty much the same thing virtually every day of every week that I go through.
My name is Peter and I'm 15 years old. I'm really short standing at only 5 ft, the shortest boy in our year level, I had a few pimples on my face and a mop of messy black hair, and the women yelling was my mother.
"Come on get up and get dressed, it's your last day before holidays and I need to wake up your brother and sister." I woke up with a start and bolted straight up from my bed in an L shaped like position. I had completely forgotten about that. I began to rub my eyes, only to notice that when my hand rubbed against my eye, it felt... different, harder even kind of like metal. When I looked down at my right hand, I noticed a small patch of silver between my second and third finge