Half awake, he sat up at the edge of his bed and scratched the back of his neck. He yawned and looked at the clock beside his bed. It read 6:36.
It isn't too late, he thought to himself as he crawled out from the mess of blankets and empty soda bottles that had covered him in his sleep. He stood up, lifted the leg of his purple boxers and scratched his backside.
He walked to the mirror that had leaned against the wall in the corner of the room and examined himself, who had only been dressed in a pair of boxers, through half-lidded eyes.
His hair was a long black mass of tangled curls that almost reached his shoulders. His eyes had dark circles around them, which made the dark blue look rather intense, yet they also looked tired. His nose was long, and came off his face at a point. His face was long and slim, just like the rest of his body, and his skin was very pale. He pushed his hair behind his ears to reveal purple curled plugs. He thought they looked motherfuckin wicked.
He examined lower, and seemed to be surprised at how lanky he was. His shoulders were large yet also kind of bony, and his arms were thin. His back was probably the biggest part of his body, yet his stomach was thinner than he'd have liked. His ribs stuck out rather visibly, and his hips were slim. His thighs weren't so skinny, and his legs were muscular. He had some black hairs going on on both his legs and beneath his belly button, but he didn't really care. It was natural.
He turned around and examined his backside, which he wasn't necessarily all that pleased with. It was rather flat, and a bit saggy. He knew that wouldn't attract many bros, if that's what bros all up and even cared about, but it didn't worry him too much. Life isn't about love, but love is a motherfuckin miracle.
After looking in the mirror, he walked over to a pile of clothes on the floor, picked some up and smelled them. He wasn't sure if he should dress up all nice and shit for his first day of school or not. He figured the people in school wouldn't pay much attention to what he wore. He was sure they wouldn't really take in his existence, anyways, so he just kept the clothes that smelled decent to him and threw them on.
He ended up wearing dark grey, polka-dotted pajama pants and an oversized black shirt, along with a purple hoodie. He didn't think it looked bad at all. He wasn't all that self-conscious, and he didn't really care how he looked. He thought he looked fine, no matter what he wore.
He also didn't bother to brush his hair, since it wasn't like anyone was gonna walk up to him and start running their fingers through his hair or some shit. It didn't look too bad, and the tangles weren't all that noticeable, considering his hair was black and curly.
He kicked some soda bottles away to make a path as he walked out of his dark room into the kitchen. Before he could reach the fridge, he had tripped over a stray bike horn and let out a honk as he landed on his ass. He'd wondered why the motherfucker wasn't in the pile by the couch. He shrugged it off, stood up and grabbed a Faygo from the fridge. The wicked elixir would wake him up. He had to up and head out for his first day at a new school. He was sure it would be miraculous.
His brothers didn't seem to be home, and his father was never home, so he'd had the house to himself until it was time to head out. While his brothers were gone, he figured he'd help himself to one of his wicked pies. His bros always ate them soon after he would set them out to cool, and he had never been quick enough to get his own piece. He was sure they wouldn't notice if he had a small piece.
He cut a decent slice of pie and sat himself down on the couch to enjoy it. It tasted like motherfucking miracles, and he couldn't get enough of it. But, unfortunately, it was about time to all up and drive to school.
It was his Junior year in high school, and he was only starting a month late. He'd just all up and moved in around the end of summer and he and his brothers had to work shit out with schools and jobs and shit.
His bros were probably out job hunting, he figured as he put his dishes in the sink that was already towering with dishes. Or maybe his older brother was at his girlfriend's house, while the eldest brother was still asleep and hungover from the party he'd been to the previous night.
Either way, he had no time to worry about that shit. It was just about time to up and get his learning on.
He didn't think to bring a bag, since it was only his first day. He figured he could put his books and shit in his truck. He walked to the front door and slid his purple converse on, grabbed the keys to his truck and left the house for school.
