(Discontinued) Sparks

Chapter Three

MILES was peacefully sleeping, not minding anything that was around him until the alarm clock perched on his desk hit 7:00 AM and began to blare loud screeching noise.

Miles stirred and he flipped his head to the other side, trying to ignore the blaring clock. He groans in tiredness and he gathers enough energy in his tired body to sit up and smash the button of the alarm clock.

The one moment I get to sleep... Miles thinks as he rubs his eyes.

As the sun began to break the dark sky of the stars and moon, orange sunlight began to refract from his blinds and make a dim light, helping Miles see his room much better.

He sighs and before he can take a step out of his bed, there is a hard rap on the door.

"Miles, you better be awake." Miles hears his father's voice some through behind the bedroom door.

Miles rolls his eyes and he sighs.

"I'm awake Dad," Miles says tiredly as he steps out of his bed and he stretches.

"Good. We're leaving in two hours, and I want to make sure we get there early. Don't take long." There was a sound of receding footsteps as Miles's father walks away from his door.

Miles sighs again. He then stands up and walks towards his bathroom door, seeing himself in the mirror.

The reflection of the mirror showed Miles, his dark brown skin covered in goosebumps from the atmosphere of his room being so cold. His dark brown eyes were looking straight back at him, and the t-shirt he was wearing was clinging to his chest and his shorts were hanging around his legs because they were too big for him.

Miles takes his t-shirt off, letting his skin be exposed to the cold air, and he runs some water in the sink, the water moving in a circle around the drain, and he cups his hands under the cold water and splashes it on his face.

Sometimes Miles felt like washing his face helped him think clearly.

Even if there was nothing to think about.

Miles shut off the tap water and then he reaches over with his arm to turn on the shower water. As he slips off his clothes and goes into the shower, the cold shower water quickly turns into warmer water. Miles feels the warmth from the warm droplets of water running off his body, landing onto the bathtub floor, making him feel much better after being abruptly woken up.

He takes in a long sigh as he grabs the oval-shaped soap bar and begins to wash. As he does, thoughts go through his head about what his school would be like.

He knew he was being what others would call overly dramatic going to a new school instead of staying at his old one. Sure, the school may be not supportive of him and others sometimes, but he was used to the environment of the school, and didn't want to adjust to a new one.

When Miles turns off the water he steps out of the tub, dripping water droplets on the ground. He grabs a towel and begins to dry himself off. Once he does, he wraps the towel around his waist in case his mother came in, and he steps out of the bathroom. 

The hot steam from Miles's shower begins to cloak the room with humid air, making the room warmer.

Miles walks over to where his closet was, ignoring the drawing stand that brushed against his skin as he walked by, and he quickly glances at the suitcase with messy clothes not folded and hanging over the side of the suitcase, his Beats headphones inside with his phone half underneath a shirt.

So that's where it went. Miles thinks as he ignores the mess and walks over to his closet, where an outfit was awaiting.

It was a navy blue shirt with a white collar, reminding Miles of a tux he wore at his grandfather's wedding a few years ago. Miles scrunches up his nose, looking at the outfit that looked too nice to go to school.