Gear: New World

Line up 2-3

   "Mom let me sleep. It's too early to wake up" as I swat away the hand that keeps pushing my shoulder.

     "Wake up you idiot, it's me, Cain. Don't you have school or something still?"

     "What?" my eyes burst open as I look around forgetting where I am. Oh yeah, we're in my house okay. I groan as I sit up from the floor rubbing the back of my head and clutching my chest, remembering the pain from earlier.

     "You said something about school? What are you talking about? It's only Saturday." I grab a part of the couch closest to me and push myself up.

     "Hate to break it to you kid, but it's Monday, you slept through the weekend. And it's 9 AM, don't you kids usually start at like 7 or so?" he says while munching on peanut butter and jelly sandwich.

     "Monday? 9 AM?" I pick my phone up and almost drop it when I see 9:03 AM displayed.

     "Oh my gosh, it's 9 AM!"

      I rush to the bathroom and take a quick shower while brushing my teeth. I fly out of the bathroom, heading to my room to get some clothes. Running out of my room, I take his sandwich and run out of the house. A few minutes later I come running back forgetting my football jersey and gear, realizing I still have practice.

     "Don't kill anyone and stay HIDDEN if my mom comes by!"

     I rush out of my house, almost tripping over my feet while I try to put my shoes on with the sandwich in my mouth. Eventually, I make it to school and burst through the door of my first-period class. Everyone looks at me, with my crazed hair, loose shoelaces, and out of breath.

     "Hello Ethan, you're an hour late. Nice of you to come to class on time. Take a seat in the back."

     I mosey my way to the front of the class and sit down knowing all the eyes are on me. Class continues, as I zone out. In school I don't pay attention, it used to be because I was focused on football and film review. Now though, all that's been on my mind are Gears and getting better at using mine. Not only have I only been able to use one of my Gears, but I can barely do anything special with the one I have.

     Schoolwork hasn't ever been a problem for me. No matter the subject, I've always been able to grasp work even when I'm not paying attention. While I'm zoning off, I would copy notes, but never actually understand what I'm writing until I go home and review the work.

     The school was informed that Julia had moved out of town because her parents found a job in another town. Usually, people get suspicious when others leave town because this is such a tight-knit town, but no one questioned it with her because her parents were the only ones that worked in between towns.

     Time goes on and soon I'm going in between classes, lunch then back to classes.      "Ethan. Ethan. Ethan!" I look up as I see the teacher in front of the class waiting for some type of answer for me.

    "Umm, well what was the question?"