Chapter One: Another Day, Another Dollar
The alarm clock was beeping at seven 'o clock in the morning. Davon pawed at it trying to turn it off, eventually, throwing his legs out from underneath the covers and pulling the plug in frustration. "Ugh! I hate the first day of school!" He groaned. Davon's room had a calm atmosphere with light-blue painted walls that lit-up in the morning light. He had two bookshelves located by the door, and small anime figurines on the window-pane. His room was tidy, due to Davon's perfectionist tendencies. He walked out of his room and traveled down the hall, taking a left into Franklin's room. He violently shakes his brother, stopping when Franklin slapped him, "I'm up," Franklin yelled, his face half-buried into the pillow. Davon simply rolled his eyes and walked out. He walked back into his room and open the closet. He shuffled through all of his shirts to find a shirt that would go well with the kakies that he picked out. He comes acrossed a long-sleeved sweater that had a plaid red and white design on it. He picked it out and headed into the bathroom. He slipped off his shirt and pants and began to put on his outfit for the day. After he straightend his collar, Davon took a spray bottle filled with water and sprayed his hair down. After he got his hair nice and damp, he combed it back, which is the style he usually pefers, and then sprays it with a little hair spray. He walks out of the bathroom and sees Franklin waiting by the door, "Oh my gosh! It's about time that you got out of there! What were you doing? Trying on dresses," Franklin complains. "No, I was too busy cleaning up all of your tampons," Davon replied cleverly, giving Franklin a smirk. But all Davon got back was a glare before having the door slammed in his face. Davon traveled down the stairs and prepared Franklin and his travel mug and prepared some boiling water. He took a canister of hot cocoa mix out of the pantry and removed the lid. Afterwards, Davon opened up a drawer and removed a spoon and scooped two spoonfuls into each mug. He then replaced the lid and put the hot cocoa mix back into the pantry. He glanced at the tea-kettle and noticed it was steaming. The whistle on it was no longer functional, so it didn't whistle when it steamed up. He got an oven mitt from the counter and picked up the tea-kettle, pouring a generous amount of liquid into each mug. After, he placed the kettle back on the stove and began stirring his hot cocoa with the spoon he used to scoop the mix into the mugs. "So, You put some water and cocoa mix into my mug but don't stir it?" Franklin says playfully, starteling Davon. "My word! I could've had a stoke right there," Davon sayed, raising his voice. "Shhh! Don't wake up mom," Franklin said in a yelling whisper. "Stir your cocoa mix before it starts to harden to the bottom," Davon said.