After Michael had gotten a quick five minute shower and changed into a clean uniform, he walked into the kitchen to get something for breakfast. he would have assumed his father to be at work already, since it was nearly seven. He didn't give it a second thought, still mad about the previous day, so he decided to not think about him. He opened the refrigerator and looked for something inside, his father never had much time to go shopping for food, so it was pretty bare. He shut it and looked around the counters. He found an apple on the counter and bit into it. It was still Juicy so that made him happy.
He looked at his watch, if he did not leave now, he would be late for school, again, it wasn't good for him to be so, because if he was late again, he would be suspended for a week. So, without seeing if his father was home, he left. Making sure that the door was locked behind him, he made his way to school, he was grateful that it was not that far away from home, very convenient that it was only a block or two away.
He walked through the familiar streets of his neighborhood, looking at the scenery and remembering events that took place within the fences. Like when he met his best friend Fuuji.
It was a warm summer evening and he was walking home from school. He had to be about six and a half when he met him. Well, Fuuji was sitting on the ground, dirty and looked as if he was hit very hard across his face. It had happened that Fuuji's parent's were rather abusive, and he ran away from home. After some confusion, he began to live with his uncle and aunt, who cared for him like their own child. Since that day when Michael took him home, the two have been almost completely inseparable.
He smiled, such sweet memories. It was a life that he would always think back on. He walked through the school's gates, students were still lingering outside of the school, so he knew that he was not late, then again, the bells of the school hadn't ringed yet either, so that was another sign that he was not late.
He sighed, tightening the grip on his violin cases handle and turned the corner to continue to his class, only to be found bumped into a girl.
"Owww..." he said, rubbing his head that hit the corner of the wall he just turned. He looked up, squinting a bit and saw a girl that looked somewhat familiar. She had short black hair, but on her left side it was a bit longer than the right, her bangs framed her face perfectly. He looked at her up and down, and slightly felt hot as he noticed her lace underwear. He quickly stood up and offered her a hand, not really looking at her but rather the lockers beside her. "A-are you alright?" he asked.
"Y-yes, thank you," She said, after taking his hand to pull herself up. She bowed to him after she was up. "I'm sorry for bumping into you, I was in a hurry..."
"Its alright," He said smiling. "I wasn't really paying much attention to where I was going." He rubbed his neck for a moment, before he gathered her things and handed them to her. "You should be more careful next time."
"I-I will... sorry about the trouble," She said and hurriedly walked off, he could not help to notice her slightly pink cheeks, and watched her as she left.
He smiled to himself as he picked up his bag and his violin case before heading off to class.
