|Duncan.|
Currently, it was 9:00 am and Duncan Hawkins was enjoying one of the best sleeps of his life. See, he had been out drinking last night and after about two or three 40 ounce beers, he'd get shitfaced and stumble his way home where he could sleep throughout the whole day. However, this was not to be, since today was Friday.
"DUNCAN HAWKINS! WAKE UP!" blared throughout his room. Before the screaming had even been finished I snapped awake so violently, I fell off my bed, wrapped in the sheets.
"Courtney? What...where...how?" I stammered as I struggled to get up and locate my vocal assailant or my girlfriend, if you will. There was nobody in my room, just me.
Looking down, I located the culprit. My phone, the same phone that I kept on a small makeshift stand that I kept one of my fans on so, I could have a nice and cool breeze wafting over me as I slept. "That girl..." I mumbled angrily. She had recorded a voice message and set it as my timer so I'd wake up on time for school. It was twenty minutes before school started, that was enough time. I walked over to my closet, pulling open the door assertively due to the fact it jammed every once and a while. I grabbed one of my favorite shirts, a plain black shirt that bore the design of an evil looking skull directly in the center of the chest but, the best part was it had a built in undershirt. When the black sleeves ended, the white part picked up, making it very comfortable and warm. I took it off the hangar and threw it on the bed, as well as a pair of regular blue jean shorts. Now, off to the shower.
I didn't take a long shower, I never did, five minutes was ample time to get clean. I didn't have to wash all that hair, like a girl or anything of that nature. After throwing on my jean shorts and shirt, I went over to a hook that jut out of the wall by my closet and took my beloved off of it... My spiked dog collar. I never went anywhere without it. I caressed the metallic spikes before heading off to look for my sneakers. After about a minute of searching, I found them, one was strewn under my bed and other was on top of my desk under the notebook I 'needed' for class.
"Good, two birds with one stone." I muttered to myself groggily. I was about ready to go when I walked by a mirror in the hallway, I'm not one to care about my appearance but, I did care about one thing and that was my mohawk. It took ten excruciating minutes to finally get it to hold in place. I took a good look at my handiwork, and marveled at the thin but lengthy emerald mohawk that jut from my cranium.
I was yanked from my admiring when my phone began to vibrate in my pocket. The caller ID read 'Princess'. I immediately knew who it was and picked up the phone. "Hey, princess." I greeted. "Dunky! Are you on are your way to school yet? I better hope so. I'm already here!" replied Courtney. "Yeah yeah, I'm almost there." I lied. "There already? Why would you want to be in that shithole so early?" I thought to myself, I wouldn't dare say that to her, unless I wanted some pretentious lecture. I grabbed the iPod Nano I stole from some poor sap in school about a week ago, he was still clueless as to where it went, and I hurried out the door. I only had five minutes to make it to school and of course, the parents were at work so they needed the car. Shifting the notebook to my left hand, I put in the earphones and ran my finger in a circular motion looking for a good song before finally deciding to just put it on shuffle.
The song 'Freak On A Leash' by Korn filled my ears, the eerie intro causing me to give my signature smirk and I rejoiced. "Now this, this is a great song!" I exclaimed.
"Something takes a part of me.
Something lost and never seen.
Everytime I start to believe,
Something's raped and taken from me... from me."
After about a ten blocks and twenty minutes, I arrived at this putrid place. "Well, here's to another shitty day at Edmund Mann High School." I said with a devious smile before swinging open the metal double doors, announcing my usually unwanted presence.
|Gwen.|
I was rubbing the sleep from my tired eyes when my mom came in to see if I had woken up, when she saw that I was awake, she gave me a warm smile and told me breakfast was on the table. I smiled back at her before removing my comforter and getting out of bed. Yawning and stretching, I looked over at my clock, the time read 8:00. I groaned and headed to the bathroom to take a shower. As the water began to pour from the faucet, I let it run over my frame, causing my black and teal hair to glisten in the morning sun that shone through the stained glass window. After about twenty minutes, and a thorough cleaning, I exited the shower and returned to my room.
I grasped the cold brass knob and pulled open my closet door; looking for an outfit to where to hopefully, another uneventful school day. I pulled out my favorite dark blue and green long sleeve shirt that cut into a low v-neck and my favorite ebony corset. I loved corsets, they simply looked awesome. After getting those on, I threw on my favorite black skirt, stockings, and knee high boots. After brushing my hair for about a minute or so, I received a text message. It was from LeShawna.
It read: "Hey, girl! How are you doing? I just heard about what happened with Trent! Forget about him, you can do much better! You deserve someone who's gonna treat you right! :)" After reading it, I gave a slight smile and put my phone in my skirt pocket. I heard my mom calling me, telling me to eat some breakfast so, I headed downstairs to the kitchen and then it was off to school. I grabbed one of the Toaster Strudels my mom made, slung my schoolbag over my shoulder and headed out of the door.
"Bye mom, I'll be home later, around one!" I yelled since she was upstairs getting ready for work. My mom worked long hours. She'd go in at 9 am and not come home until like 1 am. I felt bad for her, but, this was something she had to do...ever since my deadbeat dad left. Just thinking about that poor excuse for a man made my lip curl in anger. No, I couldn't let that ruin my day, I took a deep breath and continued my way to school. It was still only 8:40. Good thing it took at least twenty mintues to walk to school. I took note of the slight chill in the air, the dull and cloudy October skies were my favorite, soon, it'd be time to break out the hoodies and jeans when I got home.
Finally, I arrived at my destination, Edmund Mann High School. It's not that I despised the school or the staff; I despised 97% of the students. They were sheep, doing nothing more but following trends, hating others who were different, not in an intense kind of way but, a way that alienated them from having any social life at all and that was wrong. The one that really brought my piss to a boil was one Heather Livingston, I wanted to rip her face off and nail it on the inside of my locker as memorabilia.
At around 9:10, I finally arrived at the main entrance, those familiar double doors greeting me yet again for another mundane day. I greeted some of my teachers on the first floor, giving them a fake smile before heading up to the fourth floor where my locker was located. The first person I see as I open the swinging doors to the fourth floor was Bridgette, one of my best friends, next to LeShawna. I'm glad I didn't have to deal with Heather and her cronies or Cody and his obsession. It seems for once, I was starting my morning off right.
