"You shoot me down, but I won't fall. I am titanium."
He always had been a quiet boy. He had never spoke much to others, preferring to enwrap himself into his schoolwork, and novels. He never pursued friendships, and never once participated in any after school programs. He was the highest form of an introvert. What caused this type of behaviour? Maybe it was merely his personality, or the constant bullying of his peers. Or maybe it was caused by something else entirely.
A wide pair of hazel eyes blinked open slowly, a large hand reaching up to move the long, dark bangs from the front of them. Brain still clouded from sleep, and not yet forgotten dreams, the tall, teenaged boy arose from his cozy bed sheets. Groaning, the young man, regretfully, left the warmth of his bed, and stretched much like a cat would. Arching his back, whilst he moaned, stretching his arms to the ceiling, spreading his fingers apart as far as they could go.
Slumping down, the teenager proceeded to look around. His eyes scanning the room, glazing over the small nightstand beside his bed, past the messy, small desk in the corner, piled high with novels, schoolbooks, textbooks, and the like, and landed on the old dresser situated at the other end of his room. He took 3 short strides until he was standing in front of the old furniture, pulling out drawers, as he fished inside for something to wear. He didn't have much of a selection, as most of his clothes were dark in colour and drab in design. He preferred it that way, because then he knew he wouldn't gather any unwanted attention by standing out. He decided on a faded pair of jeans, a dark gray sweater, and a clean pair of boxers and socks.
After pulling on all the articles of clothing, he grabbed his favorite toque, and made his way out of the fade yellow room. Using quiet steps, he tried to ensure not to wake up his father, who was no doubt hungover, a byproduct of the heavy drinking binge from last night. The young man passed through their small kitchen, snatching a banana off the counter, before making his way over to the front door. Reaching into the coat closet, he pulled out his jacket and pack, shoving the banana inside, and shuffling his feet into his ratty old sneakers, whilst shrugging into his brother's old jacket. Turning away, he silently exited the apartment, locking the door behind him.