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 6:16 a.m.
Great, he thought. He'd woken up earlier than he'd liked.
The young man stood up from the edge of his bed and bent backwards, receiving multiple relieving cracks from his spine.
Almost falling backward, he stood back up and lazily walked across the dimly lit room to his drawers to grab a clean set of clothes.
He'd walked out of his room and down a small dark hallway that lead to the bathroom. He didn't bother to close the door behind him as he dropped his chocolate-colored boxers to the floor around his feet and scratched his backside. He'd pulled a clean pair of purple boxers up to beneath his hips and leaned over the sink to examine his face in the mirror through squinted eyes.
He took in the features of his face. His big brown eyes were still adjusting to the light. Around his eyes were dark circles pertaining to his lack of sleep in the past few weeks. His jaw was rounded and his face was short, but also thin, and his cheeks were a bit more flushed than normal from being pressed into his pillow all night. His mohawk was ruffled and messy, and his fingers had a hard time running through as he lifted his hand to his hair. His nose was small, and he had realized he'd forgotten to take his bull-nose ring out when he'd gone to bed that night. He noticed dry drool that caked his right cheek. He looked beyond tired.
He wiped the dry drool from the corner of his lips and turned on the faucet. A rush of adrenaline surged through his face as it was splashed with cold water. He grabbed a towel and dried his face. A slight shiver ran through his body and he hung the towel back on its rack.
The young man proceeded to get dressed and walked to the kitchen. He glanced at the clock on the stove, which read 6:24.
He groaned. He still had another 40 minutes until he needed to head out for school. He didn't know what he was gonna do for 40 minutes. He doubted any of his chums would be online.
He sighed and opened the fridge. There wasn't much in there, since he hadn't felt the need to go grocery shopping for a while. He bent over and opened the drawer at the bottom. Nothing but long-past expired vegetab-hello there..
He grabbed a pack of pudding and snapped two containers apart. He figured it wouldn't hurt to snack a bit before school, and there was nothing better to eat.
He slumped onto his futon and tore the seal on the pudding cup open. He didn't bother to get a spoon, since his tongue was at least long enough to get out most of what was in there. He didn't mind using his fingers to get the rest.
He didn't watch much TV, so that wasn't really an option to satisfy his boredom.
He could use his laptop and Fiduspawn, but again, nobody would be online to play with him.
He slumped in his seat and gathered a big glob of pudding on his tongue. He wished he could sleep in, but he was wide awake.
As soon as he finished his pudding cup, he licked his fingers, which he used to get the rest out of the pudding cup, stood up to toss the cup in the trash and walked into his room, turning on the light to reveal a floor that needed cleaning. Clothes and various items were strewn everywhere, and his desk was clustered with Fiduspawn cards and action figures. He hadn't been very motivated lately, and he'd become more lazy since school started the previous month.
He frowned at the mess in his room, and shuddered at the thought of cleaning it. He needed to be more motivated, and he needed to clean it, but it wasn't like he'd have any guests anytime soon, so why bother?
His eyes dragged across the floor to gaze at the many posters he'd had on his walls. Various fairytales and fantastic creatures decorated his walls. They all pertained to his interests, and he had no shame in them. He'd play online fantasy RPGs with a few of his chums who also took a liking to them, so he found no reason to be shameful in them.
He walked over to his bed and flopped onto his back. He had no idea what to do to pass the time. He checked his clock, which read 6:32. Another 20 minutes left.
He figured he'd go and brush his mohawk, which was quite tangled. He walked to the bathroom and switched the light on as he reached for a brush.
The young man looked into the mirror and began running the brush through his long, messy mohawk. He'd contemplated on getting it cut, since the bottom was close to reaching his back, but decided against it, since he liked the way it looked. He didn't have the money for a cut, anyways.
As soon as he untangled his hair, he reached his hand up and ran his fingers through his dark brown locks. It felt soft and fluffy around his fingers, but it felt a bit gross.
He figured he could take a short shower before school started. Just to wash his hair.
He'd let his pants drop to the floor and pulled his shirt off over his head. He stepped out out of his pants and turned the shower on.
It started cold, but he turned the heat on until it was steaming hot, which was how he liked it.
He stepped in and began dousing his hair as he ran his fingers through it. He took the shampoo and lathered his hair until it was a mass of white bubbles on his head, and rinsed it off.
The hot water ran along his skin and soothed him to the point where he could have fallen asleep except he knew he had to go to school soon.
He shampooed once more, rinsed his hair out, and set the shower water to cold.
He shivered and jumped away from the instant cold, but slowly walked back under the freezing shower water. After he rinsed his whole body in cold water he turned the shower off and grabbed a towel from the rack by the shower.
He dried off and wrapped it around his waist, stepped out of the shower, and walked into his room to check the clock. It read 6:48.
He had about 5 minutes to get ready. He walked to the bathroom and got dressed, and blowdried his hair until it was less damp.
He walked to his room, grabbed his backpack and a pair of socks, and walked to his front door, where he slipped on his socks and a pair of sandals.
It was his Freshman year in high school, and so far it's been a bit of a drag. He wasn't too fond of the people that were there, since they teased him a lot for being the only one in a wheelchair, as well as teasing him about his speech impediment. He didn't really care much about it, though. He just went through the day, each day as mundane as the one prior to it, and did his work diligently.
He sat around in his laziness and dreaded what the day would bring for about two minutes before he finally stood up and walked out the door to the bus that had already awaited him.