I'm now going to put a narration on my thoughts for this chapter, as well as some handy-dandy tips for later on.
And yes, we take this reviewing thing 'seriously'. ;D
Skylar awoke with a start. He quickly sat up and looked around his room.
Wait... hold up. 'His'? It's a girl's name... I've never seen a boy named Skylar before.
Or a person named Skylar, for that matter.
He was shaking all over. Sweat doused his pajamas and sheets.
I'm sorry, but there's just no way you can give out that much sweat - to dampen your pajamas
and your bedsheets - from sleeping in bed for eight hours or so.
Flashes of his nightmare quickly overtook him. He had been dreaming about his father again.
Oh, no... please don't tell me this kid is plagued by horrible nightmares. And about his father, too? I feel like I've seen this a million times before!
He took a deep breath, and relaxed. [i]It was all a dream.[i]He told himself. He rubbed his eyes.
You forgot the / in the formatting. If you're gonna use some bracket-formatting, please take the time to do it right.
He looked around his room again. His TV was still on,
For eight hours? Surely someone had noticed by now?
and clothes were strewn about. A calendar lay half buried under a pile of Pokemon magazines. Posters of Charizard adorned his walls. Each one a magnificent display; engulfed in flames.
A Charizard barely visible behind a giant lob of fire that took over its entire body so that you can't see the Charizard itself. Magnificent!
Skylar yawned sleepily and laid back down in his bed. He began to relax. His eyes felt heavy. He started to fall asleep again.
See, this is where some people get lost. When you list a lot of things like that, it sounds like a very bored person is rattling off his shopping list. Do you want your story to sound like a bored person rattling off his shopping list?
As he began to drift back into sleep, he couldn't help but think that he was forgetting something. Something very important.
This feeling went away as he finally fell asleep.
All of his conscious feelings went away. He's asleep!
His room was so peaceful.
How does he know this if he's asleep?
Suddenly, the door burst open and a load voice echoed through the room.
"GET UP YOU LAZY CHILD! YOU'LL BE LATE FOR YOUR MEETING WITH PROFESSOR BECKIT!"
No need for the caps lock there. An exclamation point and some italics get the same point across.
Skylar, startled, rolled off the bed and fell hard on to the floor.
So he went from the middle of his bed, rolled to the edge, and was dragged to the ground instead of sitting up to see what the commotion was like a normal person.
Mhm.
"What was that all about mom?" He asked painfully. He slowly began to pick himself up off of the floor. He grumbled to himself. Then he processed what his mother had said to him.
More examples of the bored-person-reading-shopping-list thing.
"Oh yeah!" He said as he slapped himself on the forehead. "Today's the day I get my Charmander!" His eyes gleamed as he imagined himself standing on the winner's podium at the Pokemon League Tournament with his Charizard at his side.
We now know that he will not get a Charmander.
Suddenly, his mother's voice brought him out of his trance.
"C'MON SKYLAR THE MEETING STARTS IN TEN MINUTES!" She bellowed.
'Bellowed' is enough here - no need for the sticky-caps.
Man she has some lungs.
There should be a comma after 'man', as it was describing Skylar's emotions.
And yes, Skylar, your human mother has some lungs.
Skylar thought as he attempted to put his pants on; only to realize that they were on backwards. He grunted. He had to hurry. Prof. Beckit has a notorious reputation for giving away starter Pokemon to other trainers if you were late.
'Grunted' doesn't sound like it would work as a stand-alone sound here. Perhaps 'sighed' or 'groaned' would fit better?
Skylar finally managed to get all his clothes on the way they were supposed to be and rushed downstairs. He ran through the kitchen, grabbing a piece of toast as he went, and shouted goodbye through a mouthful as he dashed out the door.
"GOOD LUCK HONEY!" His mom shouted after him.
Again, no need for sticky-caps. Does this woman have a megaphone lodged in her throat or something?
She smiled to herself. He is so much like his father, its scary. She thought to herself. Her eyes were shining. Fenton, I really wish you could see this.
...and, of course, there's a mention of Skylar's super-mysterious dad in the most unstandard moment of the entire story!
Okay.
I know you scrapped this together at five in the morning after an all-nighter (which isn't the greatest of times to write, by the way) but you really need to work on this. Sticky-caps do not show shouting appropriately unless you use it in small, tasteful amounts instead of almost every line of dialogue the character has. If you vouch for the second option, it sounds really annoying and makes the mother seem like she's deaf.
As for your explanation for the lack of description, it doesn't help and can get very unnatural. For example, the only other piece of literature I have read with a character named Skylar involved the Skylar character as a stuck-up female movie star. Without any description to separate the two, I end up imagining your failed-parental-tragedy-stricken Skylar as a stuck-up female movie star. I'm sorry.
Also, your little 'it isn't important later in the story' thing won't slide either. It's important
now. If you have a classic cops-and-robbers story about some group of thieves stealing a famous thing, would you not tell us what the famous thing is until the last chapter of the story where it turns out the item in question is an old painting and is highly flammable? No.
'Too lazy to write out the word.' You're too lazy to write out a word, but not a whole chapter? Your logic confuses me!
If you want to tell us that Skylar's an oblivious kind of boy, tell us in the story, which is the part more people
read. To use my 6th grade Writing teacher's example:
"Imagine you are reading this story to an old woman in a nursing home with a very heavy purse. The old woman can't imagine things all that well and didn't have a good imagination in the first place." She won't listen to any explanations you give her after you finish the story; neither will readers.
And yep, your dad sounds like a real jerk and I recommend saving stories on the computer.
Or convincing him to go to a parental help center.
Both options work well. :/