"Roxas. Roxas! Get up your going to be late for you first day!"
Roxas groaned rolling out of bed, he mumbled his stomach rumbled as he slipped a black dope T-shirt over his slighty covered torso, smiling slightly he pulled on a pair of blue jeans and black tennis shoes.
Roxas bound down the stairs into the kitchen wrapping his arms around his mother's smaller frame. "morning mom." She spun around and smiled up at him. Roxas stared into her sad brown eyes. He remembered the day two years ago that his father died. His mother Karen had been so sad, his little brother worse. Letting her go Roxas grabbed a piece of toast.
"so how does being a senior feel?" She asked happily.
Roxas paused then chuckled "well I don't know yet, Wait till after my first day at a new school to ask me that." Looking at his watch Roxas snatched his backpack off the stool "Gotta go mom."
"Bye honey" Roxas rushed out the door his little brothers shrill squeak following him "Bye brother! Love you!"
The bell rang loudly as Roxas barreled into his first class. "Glad you could join us Mr. Hendricks." Roxas stiffened at the sound of a male voice. He turned his gaze onto a tall spikey haired red head. Roxas looked longingly at him remembering his fathers own height, his eyes, his laugh.
Roxas's thoughts cascaded back to that fateful day what he was sixteen, opening the door to find the policemen at the door. His mother and Brother Sora who was ten, sobbing uncontrollably. Him shaking the first officer in front begging him to say it wasn't true. He remembered all of the people who showed up at the funeral. Living with his grand parents until four months ago, then moving here a week ago.
"Mr. Hendricks?" Roxas's head snapped up at the sound of his teachers voice. He looked up to notice his teacher crouching somewhat to meet his eyes. "Are you alright?"
The note of concern in his teachers voice wrapped around Roxas's heart. "I'm Fine." He rasped scurrying to the empty seat at the back he assumed was his, ignoring the stares of his classmates. Diving into the material he knew by heart.