"Priam, dear, wake up, it's the first day of school! Again!"
Grimy hands ruffle my hair. As I clumsily stood up, my mom went back to the kitchen to continue her cooking. I wearily answered, "'Kay mom. Okay."
After I showered and ate my breakfast, I prepared my things for school and crammed them in my shoulder bag. Then I went back upstairs to get my body bag that has the name PRIAM sewed on it on its front pocket. By the way, I'm Priam Anthony Anderson and I'm thirteen years old. You can basically call me Priam. I'm currently studying at the Stephenbell Moreh High a few blocks away from our home. There's a school bus, so the transportation's no problem. My mom's name is Elise Ramyet-Anderson. Don't ask me 'bout my dad 'cause I don't know anything either except for the surname, So just end the talky introduction and let's go to the point.
I said goodbye to my mother as I got into the school bus. Inside the bus I sat beside Steve. Bryan Steve Cammore is my best friend since, like, one year old. Steve is the same age as me. He murmured angrily while we chatted because our archenemy Linus Pry tossed him a smug look. Well, Steve is lucky enough, because he is a block away from that crazy mongrel while I have to stick with him as a neighbor. Grrrr. Never again am I going to his house. Our bus continued to move on the road while spouting black smoke.
Three blocks later, the door opened and Jade came in. Ava Jade Starling to be precise. She's the new kid in school and the only girl in me and Steve's club, which is "The Best Friends." She lives the house a block away from Steve's house, so us communicating and asking each other where we'll hang out next is not that hard. We knew each other last 3 months at the school orientation and class club registrations because we three entered the sword-fighting club which is supposed to "heighten" our skills, not kill us. And, by the way, what kind of school even does their orientation three months before school? She frowned as she sat beside us two because the seat in front of us was painted with words like "Shut up" and "Don't care, I'm not your mama" and more insulting stuff (By the way, I'm a Shakespeare fan, and only Steve and Jade knows that. My favorite is that when he made up the insult "You muddy conger!" Ever since, that's my expression.)
Jade grumbled. "Awesome bus. Next time, I'll bring soap for the foul mouths if ever the cleaner-in-charge won't remove that. I hate worthless insult. Oh yeah, Priam, give me the chocolate you promised to give.
Oh. Almost forgot.
I rolled my eyes while Steve crazily smirked. "Sure. Sure