Ashihiro was laying down in his bed. Hiis bed had a Mega Sceptile on it, his favourite Pokémon; it was custom. His mom, Keiko, knocked on the door. "Ashirio," she said in a singsong voice "breakfast."

"Yes, ma'am," he groaned, struggling to get out of bed. He came downstairs and rubbed his eyes. "Pancakes and eggs." He sat down and began noshing on the golden discs of sunshine. 

"Well, someone's hungry," Keiko smiled. 

"Put him on a diet!" Norman, his father, replied, getting out of his beat-up, black recliner  "Also, get this man a job.  7-Eleven is hiring. You make a good bag boy." Norman swiped some butter on his pancakes with a hot butter knife. 

"Uhhh, Dad? You think they'll hire me?"

"Likely." Norman poured some syrup on his cakes. "If niot, there's always McDonald's. Or Walmart You just gotta earn your own money sometimde. You're 17."

"Can you pass me the syrup please?" Ashihiro asked. 

Norman passed it and put his empty plate aside. " bout to go get me some of my fun sauce." He took his Hennesy to the basement. 

Ashihiro sighed, looking at his plate which has some egg left. "Where should I work? Family Mart doesn't seem so bad. After all, I could get a 50% discount.Then again, I could get a free meal a day from McDonald's. Hmmmmm... What to do? What to do?"