He woke up with an aching headache. The bed felt like cold sweat, like he just had a terrible nightmare. This… this isn't my bed? He jerked upright, hands on the soft sheets and looked outside. He heard birds. His clock said 6:12. Processors whirled in his mind as he tried to make sense of things. Maybe… amnesia? No, it can't be. The boy stood up and went through a nearby closet. Most of the clothing was strange, covered in unfamiliar logos. One though, struck him as his own.
"KARTER GET UP I MADE BREAKFAST YOU HAVE TO GO TO SCHOOL EARLY TODAY"
The shout startled Karter? and he made his way downstairs. Kar… ter? thats not entirely right. It sounds so... human. The thought startled him as unnatural as he felt his hair and rushed to the bathroom. A light brown skin covered his face. It felt like a mask.
Note to self: Flip out after school and also stop thinking metaphorically.
He made his way downstairs, holding the railing and following the voice. He looked dead ahead and saw a man wearing nothing but an apron and boxers, flipping pancakes while singing offkey to the radio. Karter let out a silent scream. He looked away abruptly and something caught his eye. Hey I know that face. Thats Kan-
Before Karter could even finish his thought, the other boy look directly at him and began to ramble.
"Why isn't it strange today and i don't mean the weather, because, as you can see, is completely and utmost obviously fine, and the fact I'm pushing besides the perfectness the meteorologists fail to predict is why we are here, wasting in another eternity instead of the one we were preemptively wasting in before, and I am certainly not speaking timewise for chronological events do have parallel eternities the one I am exposting is also naught of space, for empty void that I once was was not actually considered space in a figurative manner; but more really on life for I can swear that the vexing era I currently reside in is certainly not the one i adapted to a momentous sweep ago, yet I find my self, my being, here in a seeming separate area of life…" His mouth moves faster than Karter's eyes. He is sure he knows that boy.
"KANE MAH BOY I HAVE TO PREACH TODAY SO WILL YOU KINDLY EAT YOUR FOOD AND-"
"Dad? Did you tag your triggers?" Kane said. "Long speeches such as mine do tend to overlook important words that may trigger events that can cause the trigg-ee to suffer…" Kane rambles on but Karter just stopped paying attention. Karter just ate his pancakes silently, his memory fuzzy. Whatever. Fix that stuff later. The bus comes at 7:20 ("HURRY UP KARTER MAH BOY YOU GOT TWENTY MINUTES UNTIL YOUR FIRST DAY OF HIGH SCHOOL!" quote Dad) and it was 7:00. After sorting out all of his school supplies, he set off with Kane to school.
"Kane."
"Yeah?" Kane looked kind of mellow after fighting with Dad on whether he can wear his pants up past his chest.
"I have a headache."
"Yeah. Me too."
They were silent the rest of the way.
