A very loud and abrupt alarm jerks Sal from a deep sleep. His alarm. 'It's 6:30 already?' he thinks, much to his dismay.
He swings his legs over the edge of his bed and hops off, time to get ready for school. Walking from his bedroom to the bathroom, he passes Gizmo who is coming from that direction, wearing a towel. "Morning Gizmo. Good shower?" he asks. Gizmo meows shortly in response. "Cool."
Sal enters the bathroom and rubs the steam from the mirror to see his own reflection. He sees himself every day, yet it startles him sometimes still. Sighing deeply and shaking his head, Sal begins to brush his teeth.
From the bathroom, he heard a crackle in his room. 'Must be the walkie talkie. I'm surprised Larry's awake this early." he spits out his toothpaste and strolls back to his bedroom, grabbing the walkie talkie off of his nightstand.
"Saaaaaaaally Faaaaace." speaks Larry from in a very tired tone. "Larry Face!" Sal chimes happily "I'm surprised you're awake. Did you even sleep last night?". Mumbled gibberish from Larry in response tells Sal just barely. Sal shook his head and laughed. "I'm gonna finish getting ready then come get your ass and you better be dressed by the time I get down there or I swear to god!" he chuckled throwing the walkie talkie onto his bed and going to his dresser.
He had so many outfits and different clothes that he never wore. They all just sat in the drawers collecting dust. 'I think it's time I switch it up for once.' picking out a maroon and gold striped long sleeve and a pair of black overalls. Striking a pose in the mirror, he confirms this is what he's wearing for the day.
Sal goes to his nightstand once again to grab his mask and makes his way to the bathroom once again. In the mirror, he puts his hair up in pigtails as does every day and clips on his prosthetic. Ready for the day. He puts in his shoes, grabs his backpack, and of course, pets Gizmo before disembarking. Grabbing the basement keycard from the side pocket of his backpack, he gets in the elevator to go drag his sloth friend to school as well.
Once in the basement he didn't even bother knocking, he never does. Entering the apartment and beelining to Larry's bedroom, also bursting in without warning. Larry was fully dressed but asleep once again in his beanbag.
Sal walks up to Larry and roughly kicks his feet, stirring him. Larry blinks trying to fully wake up and glances at the intruder in his room. "Hey, dude what're you doin' here?" he slurred. "I'm here to whisk you away to hell, let's go." Sal replied in a fake cheery tone. Larry slowly rose from the comfy beanbag and stretched. Grabbing his bag on the way out the door as well.
On the way to school, Larry and Sal talked about any and everything. About the new Sanity's Fall song that had come out, the funny story Megan had told them the other day, if their band was ever to get a gig, what it would be like. They were having a good time, that is, until they actually reached the school. The mood was immediately crushed from thereon.
"Oh boy, we're here." Larry said in a sarcastic tone. Sal began ascending the steps, Larry following shortly after. Every day of school, Sal was worried. He couldn't go a singular day without being insulted or taunted by someone in some shape or form. He had gotten used to it after it being a constant in his life for many years, he just didn't like it upsetting his friends. As if something from above (or below) heard his thoughts, the moment the door opened and Sal began to walk in, he was tripped. At first, he thought maybe he tripped on the metal bar the doors connect to or his own shoes.
Upon glancing up, however, he quickly realized this wasn't the case. Right above him stood Travis, throwing him the vilest, disgusted, glare. Who else had he expected to be standing there? It's always Travis, who else would it have been. "Well good morning to you as well, Travis." Sal said in a snide tone. "Fuck off Sally Fag." Travis spat before turning his heel and walking towards his first class. "Isn't he in a nice mood so early in the day?" Sal asked Larry jokingly as Larry helped him off of the floor. "You really let him get away with too much, Sal." Larry said in a concerned tone. Sal responded by shaking his head "I know that he has some stuff going on in his personal life. He's taking his insecurities out on me. I'm just waiting for him to realize that himself."
While walking to their class together, Larry continued "I'm just sayin' dude, you should do something to get him to knock that shit off." clearly exasperated. Nodding in agreement, Sal had an idea. "Alright, I'll try to become his friend then." he said, smiling, proud of himself. Not like anyone could see that, though. Sal looked over to gauge Larry's reaction, only to be greeted by Larry shaking his head sporadically with a confused expression on his face. "That's not what I meant and you know it." Larry said, giving Sal the 'are you kidding me?' look. "I know, but am I ever wrong?" Sal questioned.