Cronus woke up, looking around the deserted bedroom. He flung off the covers and got on his robe with imprints of fish on them, and walked down the stairs to be greeted with the younger kids at the orphanage in which he lived at. He was the oldest child that still lived there, and he played with younger kids most of the time. The one girl that was relevantly close to his age was Ramona. She was a bit on the goth side. Nose piercings and everything, she even had the makeup to match. He didn't talk to her often, but if you showed her such an amount of tenderness, she would talk to you as if you were her greatest friend, even though she never has had any friends. Cronus walked past the owner, who was like his mother to him and everyone else, Miss Christine.
"Good morning, Cronus." She said brightly, handing Cronus a plate of hash browns. "Hey doll." He replied, taking the plate of food to the table. He sat down on the bench next to a seventh grader already dressed and ready to go to school. Cronus just laughed and shoved his breakfast into his mouth, disregarding the strange stares he was given by the younger children.
"Hey, I hafta go to school at some point, don't I?" He remarked as he ran up the stairs. He got dressed for school with his normal jeans and t-shirt, and ran back down the stairs.
"Cronus, did you brush your hair? Brush your teeth?" Cronus froze mid jog and tripped, hearing some of the kids giggle as they watched him. "Not exactly…?" He replied with a chuckle, and quickly ran back up the stairs, shoving his books into his bag, and doing everything else he forgot to do before. Once again, he ran back down the stairs, slipping on his leather motorcycle boots and running out the door to catch up with the bus. Miss Christine stared out the kitchen window and laughed, watching as Cronus tripped a few times over his own feet.
"What am I going to do with you?" She grinned, and sat down at the table with her own breakfast.
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Cronus: Twenty Thousand Leagues Under the Sea