Post by write on Dec 2, 2009 15:26:48 GMT -8
Waking up was just another late night, early morning scenario. Light leaked into my room from the crack in the defenses of the blindfolds, a few rays of light pounding away at the upper left part of my face. Inside my mind was still a last few remnants of that strange dream on reliving that realization over and over again in increasingly comedic mannerisms before my face decided to react the UV rays. My upper torso expanding for a large breath, I crinkled my eyes open before turning my head to the side, my arms going into a cross over the side of my head while simultaneously stretching. The excessive warmth of the sun then began to drill away at me until my alarm began sounding off, adding insult to injury. Yawning and grunting simultaneously as my ab muscles helped me abruptly lean forward, my right hand swept to my cell phone to open and close it with a quick flicker of my fingers. I refused to open my eyes.
My hatred for mornings was strong.
Sitting up for a few moments, the temptation of just leaning back into my comfortable bed was too high to resist, the light green blanket still wrapped warmly about my legs. Opting for the higher road, I pivoted my hips to begin rolling myself to the left side of the bed, following through until I slammed myself into the floor, my back making a large "thwack" sound as adrenaline suddenly pumped into my body, half a second late. There I laid on the cold, early morning carpet, looking up at the white ceiling of my room. Again, I forced myself to sit up until I could lean myself forward to stand myself, taking the blanket that wrapped about my legs and crouching down to bring it over my body, around my neck. Wearing it as a bit of a robe, I looked around my bland room for a moment, almost expecting something to actually happen. However, that notion was futile: My room is completely barren aside from the single lampshade light, the white walls, the full sized bed, and the closet built into the room.
Noting the emptiness of my own room, the "spartan" quality to it, I bemused myself with the notion of both the adjective and the movie that prominently came into mind at the thought. Dismissing it in immediate acknowledgment to the fact that I did not have a body as ripped as Duke Nukem on steroids, I haphazardly through the blanket wrapped around my body backwards to grab the towel that I hung around my room's doorknob. Immediately, the early morning cold air decided to wash about me, making me stutter in my movements. Goosebumps popped up from around the my entire upper body as I hugged my naked self, my boxers upon myself as an act of defiance to nudity. The next few moments would include myself opening the door and on the verge of sprinting into the upstairs bathroom which was thankfully on the same level as my room.
A blessing to hot water showers and its magical powers of rejuvenation.
Skipping the details of my hygiene and nakedness combined with hot water and steam from both in the shower and after it, I could be seen finally opening the door, sauntering out with the towel wrapped at my waist and covering my legs. I wasn't a fan of small towels, I liked drying everything off very quickly. My sister, who was waiting for me, looked up at me with the upturn of her left brow and a joking grin.
"Well, good morning to you too, Dave."
My forehead furrowed as I returned the look at her without smiling, standing still to try and make sense of the point of her statement.
"Eh?..."
"It was the way in which you walked out," she reinforced, physically attempting to mimic my movements in an exaggerated fashion, emphazing her hips as she suddenly threw her towel around her waist, her early morning pajamas adorned with cuddly monkey faces making strange looks in every direction.
"Ah... sorry, head on in," was all I managed, side stepping for her with a nod, before walking ahead into my room. She gave me a light early morning backhand to the back, which I shook my head at, smiling, before we parted ways in the upstairs hallway.
I proceed to skip more details of writing out the changing of my clothes as I headed on downstairs in my typical attire: black long-sleeved shirt, brown vest with three buttons, light blue jeans, a brown belt with a subtly gold buckle, and my trademark tan scarf that my dad gave me a while back from back in his days. Downstairs, breakfast was already waiting with my mother looking back at me, hunched over her cooking at the stove. Waving a little bit, I smiled, as she waved back, giving me that overenthusiastic grin as usual.
"Well, good morning there. Have a good sleep?"
"Mm-hm..." I'd mumble out, before making my way to the table, sitting myself down. Dad's plate was still there, the crumbs still there.
"I take it Dad already left for work?"
"Mm, yes," she responded, making her way to the table with a plate of a sunny-side up egg, a piece of toast, and a cheese stick already taken out of the wrapper. "Here ya go."
"Thanks," I smiled, taking up my fork and knife before digging in.
"Mm-hm, you're welcome."
My mom began prepping my sister's food, and brought to the table mugs of orange juice and glasses of water. The amount of enthusiasm in her cooking made it evident. Mom was still worried about our transfer. We heard plenty of the reputation.
So was I.
No one spoke much as we finished up our food and put away the dishes. It was about time for the buses to arrive, though so my sister and I made our way to the front door with our backpacks on us and Mom following us. I could hear her footsteps. Turning around, I looked at her and the tears she had been holding back were finally coming out in full. Mentally, I sighed, but I understood. We both hugged our mother, nuzzling into her shoulders, my sister gripping the two of us with an unusual amount of strength before we all let go.
"...Alright. Alright. David, keep your sister safe. Hunny, be careful, okay? I've got to get ready to go to work now."
"Yes, Mom."
"Okay, Mom."
We walked as the early morning cold winds caught onto the both of us. My sister, thankfully enough, was wearing jeans and a thick long-sleeved shirt. She was a cute little darling, but she knew how to dress conservatively. That's why, with the bus stop empty, I gave her a small hug before the bus arrived. We couldn't show that we were close at school, after all... People would look at us weird or think of us as being particularly clingy. I understood the reputation and hierarchy system that went with most high schools.
Didn't mean I had to like it.
The bus was not that packed, the early morning mentality prevailing for a good portion of Long Beach's PHS #259's mentality, so my sister and I sat next to each other. Giving her the window seat, I just leaned back, trying to catch a few more seconds of slumber while my sister looked out the window with exuberant wonder at our new area of residence. Lots of places to explore... and be cautious of. With our poor financial system combined with the Corporal Punishment system, we had a chance for our education at least... but that plunged us straight into the heart of a school full of violence. That much I knew at the time.
There was nothing that could have prepared me for what would happen in the months to come.
Getting off the bus, we walked, our schedules in hand, as we looked for our classes. Keeping my head about to observe the individuals, I already began to witness some of these infamous acts of violence. My sister looked at me as she saw this too, but said nothing. She knew I was just escorting her to her class. Perhaps it annoyed her, but she was a practical girl and understood our entire family's feelings on this matter. Still...
...I couldn't believe some of the things I saw. And in the morning too.
Needless to say, we both silently agreed to walk faster.
Watching her take a seat in her class, I began walking to my own class when a fight broke out in front of me. I think... it had to do with the fact that one was a Republican and the other was a Democrat. Opting to be cautious, I went backwards and took a longer route. I was late for my first day of class by three minutes because of this.
Time passed, lunch began. Since we had both already scouted the school beforehand, my sister and I both agreed to eat at the top of Building D. In particular, I was looking forward to that sandwich that was prepped for the both of us... and since our mother understood how it could be, she packed the ingredients seperately, providing us with plastic utensils to help bypass potential school "weapon" policies. By the time I got up to the top of the roof, I found that my sister had already gotten there and was working away at constructing her little sandwich.
"Hey!" I waved, smiling. An immediate feeling of relief washed through me as I noted that she was fine.
"Heyo! Good day?" she'd say before spreading some mustard without looking on the bread. She was wonderfully skilled with her hands like that.
"Yeah, so far," I grinned, shaking my head. Sauntering down to sit with her, I leaned back, looking up at the blue sky with a few clouds. The sun was finally at a point where it started to feel good.
"I've met lots of new people. Anna from my English 1A said she wanted to visit us some time and there's a few cute boys in my P.E. class."
"Ahh? So you're into the jocks here? I thought you hated jocks."
"No, he's not into any sports, he's just a bit of a goofball."
By this time, our sandwiches were already prepared and we were eating in turn of each other while learning bits and pieces of our new enviroment. I went on to tell her about this Brittany in my class, this rude girl named Jill in P.E., some of the cliques that appeared to be going on... Of course, this was just gossip. It was relaxation and also piecing together a societal map of the school. Who to trust, who to avoid, who to go to for help, who would cause trouble, who would cause fights...
Our family had taught us self preservation very well.
---However, I forgot to close the door to the roof behind me, so anyone could walk in us without me hearing the door creak.
My hatred for mornings was strong.
Sitting up for a few moments, the temptation of just leaning back into my comfortable bed was too high to resist, the light green blanket still wrapped warmly about my legs. Opting for the higher road, I pivoted my hips to begin rolling myself to the left side of the bed, following through until I slammed myself into the floor, my back making a large "thwack" sound as adrenaline suddenly pumped into my body, half a second late. There I laid on the cold, early morning carpet, looking up at the white ceiling of my room. Again, I forced myself to sit up until I could lean myself forward to stand myself, taking the blanket that wrapped about my legs and crouching down to bring it over my body, around my neck. Wearing it as a bit of a robe, I looked around my bland room for a moment, almost expecting something to actually happen. However, that notion was futile: My room is completely barren aside from the single lampshade light, the white walls, the full sized bed, and the closet built into the room.
Noting the emptiness of my own room, the "spartan" quality to it, I bemused myself with the notion of both the adjective and the movie that prominently came into mind at the thought. Dismissing it in immediate acknowledgment to the fact that I did not have a body as ripped as Duke Nukem on steroids, I haphazardly through the blanket wrapped around my body backwards to grab the towel that I hung around my room's doorknob. Immediately, the early morning cold air decided to wash about me, making me stutter in my movements. Goosebumps popped up from around the my entire upper body as I hugged my naked self, my boxers upon myself as an act of defiance to nudity. The next few moments would include myself opening the door and on the verge of sprinting into the upstairs bathroom which was thankfully on the same level as my room.
A blessing to hot water showers and its magical powers of rejuvenation.
Skipping the details of my hygiene and nakedness combined with hot water and steam from both in the shower and after it, I could be seen finally opening the door, sauntering out with the towel wrapped at my waist and covering my legs. I wasn't a fan of small towels, I liked drying everything off very quickly. My sister, who was waiting for me, looked up at me with the upturn of her left brow and a joking grin.
"Well, good morning to you too, Dave."
My forehead furrowed as I returned the look at her without smiling, standing still to try and make sense of the point of her statement.
"Eh?..."
"It was the way in which you walked out," she reinforced, physically attempting to mimic my movements in an exaggerated fashion, emphazing her hips as she suddenly threw her towel around her waist, her early morning pajamas adorned with cuddly monkey faces making strange looks in every direction.
"Ah... sorry, head on in," was all I managed, side stepping for her with a nod, before walking ahead into my room. She gave me a light early morning backhand to the back, which I shook my head at, smiling, before we parted ways in the upstairs hallway.
I proceed to skip more details of writing out the changing of my clothes as I headed on downstairs in my typical attire: black long-sleeved shirt, brown vest with three buttons, light blue jeans, a brown belt with a subtly gold buckle, and my trademark tan scarf that my dad gave me a while back from back in his days. Downstairs, breakfast was already waiting with my mother looking back at me, hunched over her cooking at the stove. Waving a little bit, I smiled, as she waved back, giving me that overenthusiastic grin as usual.
"Well, good morning there. Have a good sleep?"
"Mm-hm..." I'd mumble out, before making my way to the table, sitting myself down. Dad's plate was still there, the crumbs still there.
"I take it Dad already left for work?"
"Mm, yes," she responded, making her way to the table with a plate of a sunny-side up egg, a piece of toast, and a cheese stick already taken out of the wrapper. "Here ya go."
"Thanks," I smiled, taking up my fork and knife before digging in.
"Mm-hm, you're welcome."
My mom began prepping my sister's food, and brought to the table mugs of orange juice and glasses of water. The amount of enthusiasm in her cooking made it evident. Mom was still worried about our transfer. We heard plenty of the reputation.
So was I.
No one spoke much as we finished up our food and put away the dishes. It was about time for the buses to arrive, though so my sister and I made our way to the front door with our backpacks on us and Mom following us. I could hear her footsteps. Turning around, I looked at her and the tears she had been holding back were finally coming out in full. Mentally, I sighed, but I understood. We both hugged our mother, nuzzling into her shoulders, my sister gripping the two of us with an unusual amount of strength before we all let go.
"...Alright. Alright. David, keep your sister safe. Hunny, be careful, okay? I've got to get ready to go to work now."
"Yes, Mom."
"Okay, Mom."
We walked as the early morning cold winds caught onto the both of us. My sister, thankfully enough, was wearing jeans and a thick long-sleeved shirt. She was a cute little darling, but she knew how to dress conservatively. That's why, with the bus stop empty, I gave her a small hug before the bus arrived. We couldn't show that we were close at school, after all... People would look at us weird or think of us as being particularly clingy. I understood the reputation and hierarchy system that went with most high schools.
Didn't mean I had to like it.
The bus was not that packed, the early morning mentality prevailing for a good portion of Long Beach's PHS #259's mentality, so my sister and I sat next to each other. Giving her the window seat, I just leaned back, trying to catch a few more seconds of slumber while my sister looked out the window with exuberant wonder at our new area of residence. Lots of places to explore... and be cautious of. With our poor financial system combined with the Corporal Punishment system, we had a chance for our education at least... but that plunged us straight into the heart of a school full of violence. That much I knew at the time.
There was nothing that could have prepared me for what would happen in the months to come.
Getting off the bus, we walked, our schedules in hand, as we looked for our classes. Keeping my head about to observe the individuals, I already began to witness some of these infamous acts of violence. My sister looked at me as she saw this too, but said nothing. She knew I was just escorting her to her class. Perhaps it annoyed her, but she was a practical girl and understood our entire family's feelings on this matter. Still...
...I couldn't believe some of the things I saw. And in the morning too.
Needless to say, we both silently agreed to walk faster.
Watching her take a seat in her class, I began walking to my own class when a fight broke out in front of me. I think... it had to do with the fact that one was a Republican and the other was a Democrat. Opting to be cautious, I went backwards and took a longer route. I was late for my first day of class by three minutes because of this.
Time passed, lunch began. Since we had both already scouted the school beforehand, my sister and I both agreed to eat at the top of Building D. In particular, I was looking forward to that sandwich that was prepped for the both of us... and since our mother understood how it could be, she packed the ingredients seperately, providing us with plastic utensils to help bypass potential school "weapon" policies. By the time I got up to the top of the roof, I found that my sister had already gotten there and was working away at constructing her little sandwich.
"Hey!" I waved, smiling. An immediate feeling of relief washed through me as I noted that she was fine.
"Heyo! Good day?" she'd say before spreading some mustard without looking on the bread. She was wonderfully skilled with her hands like that.
"Yeah, so far," I grinned, shaking my head. Sauntering down to sit with her, I leaned back, looking up at the blue sky with a few clouds. The sun was finally at a point where it started to feel good.
"I've met lots of new people. Anna from my English 1A said she wanted to visit us some time and there's a few cute boys in my P.E. class."
"Ahh? So you're into the jocks here? I thought you hated jocks."
"No, he's not into any sports, he's just a bit of a goofball."
By this time, our sandwiches were already prepared and we were eating in turn of each other while learning bits and pieces of our new enviroment. I went on to tell her about this Brittany in my class, this rude girl named Jill in P.E., some of the cliques that appeared to be going on... Of course, this was just gossip. It was relaxation and also piecing together a societal map of the school. Who to trust, who to avoid, who to go to for help, who would cause trouble, who would cause fights...
Our family had taught us self preservation very well.
---However, I forgot to close the door to the roof behind me, so anyone could walk in us without me hearing the door creak.
