Just skipping everything but the disclaimer...
Disclaimer: Don't own, and that's my reason I cry at night.
Roxas searched his nightstand for a beeping machine, called his phone. He didn't dare open his eye's it was too bright outside. After a few minutes of clearing his nightstand off, he realized he had his skinny jeans on from sneaking out last night and reached in his pocket to find his black Razor.
He flipped the screen open and squinted as the light from both his phone and the window tried to blind him. The blond pressed the Snooze option on the phone and held onto the phone as he lay face down.
5 minutes Roxas' phone went off again. He opened the screen once more and pressed the Off option. He lazily climbed out of bed and went straight to his closet. He pulled on a black Panic! At The Disco shirt and put a dark red hoodie over it.
Roxas slipped into his converses and dragged himself downstairs. He watched his sister rush down the wooden steps with sock on, she slipped on the 3rd to last step.
Roxas walked past her and grabbed her wrist, yanking her up. He went into the kitchen and began his search for the bread.
After a few minutes of raiding cabinets, he found the bread packed away in a corner. He grabbed a piece for himself and asked Namine, who was looking for her shoes, "Namine, do you want a piece of toast?"
Namine came sliding into the kitchen, giggling. She chirped, "Yes please!"
Roxas sighed and pulled out another piece of bread and put both in the toaster. He walked out of the kitchen and went back upstairs to get his book bag that he had forgotten about. He was already in a bad mood about moving here in Twilight Town from Hollow Bastion.
Roxas drug his book down the steps then slung his book bag over his shoulder as he entered the kitchen. He grabbed his toast and took a bit out of it. He leaned on the counter racking his free hand through his hair.
Namine peeked into the kitchen, "Roxas come on! We're going to be late for school!"
Roxas continued eating his toast and followed Namine out the door.
Namine had her messenger bag over her should, a hand separating the two while she hummed a tone Roxas didn't recognize.
Roxas let his mind wonder, he reviewed his life. His father was dead due to drugs, his mother died of an unknown illness, and he, his twin sister, and his older brother moved to a small town.
Namine was waving a hand in front of his face when he jumped back, startled. She said, "Roxas, you scared me for a minute, you totally spaced out."
Roxas shook his head, clearing his thoughts, "No, I was just thinking."
Namine worried look disappeared into a smile, making Roxas give back a weak smile.
Namine glanced at her watched and grabbed Roxas' wrist, almost dragging him, as she started running, "We're going to be late!"
"Roxas! Roxas! Long time no see, cous!" Sora said as he ran up to his look-a-like cousin, embracing him in a big hug.
"Namine! You look great!" Sora let go of the blond boy and gently hugged Namine, as if she was fragile object.
Roxas wouldn't be surprised if someone was to hug her too hard and she broke. An older boy broke his train of thought when he said, "Roxas, I haven't seen you around here for a while." He looked up to be meet with gently aqua eyes that belonged none other to Riku.
The blond looked away and mumbled a yeah.
Riku smiled and ruffled his hair earning a frown from a certain blond. He went over to greet Namine and left Roxas trying to fix his hair back.
The day dragged on as the teachers introduced Roxas to the students in each class.
Roxas had his head in his hands watching the teacher at the front of the room, Mrs. Lee or something; write homework assignments on the whiteboard.
The finale bell rang making him jump in his seat. He slung his book bag over his shoulder and grabbed the notebook on the desk carrying it in his hand.
Riku was a couple seats in front of him packing up as the rest of the student body rushed to get home.
Roxas sled past him and made his beeline towards the door and out into the hall.
Riku glanced up to see Roxas leaving, he hurried to pack his things up and made for the door.