Creative Writing: Direct To Indirect

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Lutchmansingh, Syrah Mr. Warren Lit/6 3 November, 2016 Direct to Indirect Mark usually wakes up at 5:30 in the morning to go for a jog around his neighborhood. One morning, he slept through his alarm and his mother came in to wake him. “Marcus Tyler Johnson! If you don’t wake up this instant, you will be late for football practice!”, she yelled as she shook him awake. He groaned in protest. “Okay, Mom. I'll be up in a sec.”, he said as he pulled the covers up over his head, revealing his large feet that were hanging off the edge of the bed. His mom let out a sigh and left his room. Mark groaned and threw the blankets off of him and sat at the edge of the bed. He rubbed the sleep out of his eyes and went to the bathroom to brush

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