it's the weather, man // prinxiety

Chp. One: Rainy Day

Content Warnings: swearing, food/drink mention, and mention of sleep deprivation

"Now that it's raining more than ever
Know that we'll still have each other"

Waking up on a Monday morning was never the highlight of anyone's day, though waking up on a Monday morning while it was raining was somewhat a calming alarm clock to wake up to - making it a highlight to Virgil Reese's day.

Virgil stretched with a yawn as he uncurled from the warmth of his blankets and his fluffy comforter. Putting on his slippers, he ventured down to the kitchen. There were some advantages of waking up early, Virgil would say to himself just to try and convince himself to be somewhat optimistic for the day ahead. Firstly, he would note, he could make his own breakfast for how long he likes it and of what he liked - though he usually already does that. Secondly, he can make some hot chocolate. And thirdly, he can sit on the terrace leading to the backyard and watch the rain as he eats his breakfast and drink his hot chocolate as he waits for his actual alarm clock to blast.

The muffled blast of 'Don't Threaten Me With A Good Time' could be heard from upstairs and a shout from Virgil's mother to turn his alarm off was all the signs Virgil needed to start getting ready. Turning his alarm off and apologizing to his mother on the way to his room, Virgil opened his closet door. No colors could be seen as it was open, just shades of monotones - black, mostly - the occasional grey that was in the back behind the rays and rays of black colored shirts would surprise many, and the vibrant pop of violet hidden at the very end of his closet would be an even more surprise. Virgil shook his head, a surprise to who exactly? He didn't have any friends in school, who would want to hang out with an emo loner who spends his time doodling scary imagery on his science textbook and blasting loud emo music on his large costume-designed headphones? No one, that's the answer to that rhetorical question.

"Morning Mama, I'll be off to school now," Virgil whispered, passing his mother's bedroom door. He never really does talk to the woman who gave him a roof under his head. It was a more.. professional relationship, he would say that they had: his mother would feed him, clothe him, give him education and a roof under his head with other stuff that is wanted or needed and he would help her with the things she needed done: chores, medication, and future needs. Virgil wasn't upset that was their correlation with each other but he would be lying if he said he doesn't want something more.. friendlier in a sense, a more motherly type of love but he knew that was a fool's dream.

Taking an umbrella from the kitchen doorway, Virgil opened the door. The soft, light, rhythmic, tapping sound of rain droplets that eased their way down to Virgil's pavement was another highlight of this fine Monday morning. With a small smile on Virgil's face, he stepped onto the sidewalk. Being careful not to drown his sneakers in puddles of rainwater - he didn't really have any rain boots to wear - he tiptoed along the road. Humming a tune as he plugged in his earphones, hugging his white and black backpack close to his chest, gripping its shoulder strap tightly in his right fist - paranoid to the idea of someone bumping him over and taking his things.

There was one thing to note about Virgil, he was careful, anxious on a daily basis, and very much paranoid about everything and everyone. Already thinking of situations before they even happen, thinking before acting upon something. And because of his paranoiac-like nature, he was overly prepared for anything.

He was intelligent - something he is grateful for - he can be assigned group projects to be done by himself - his anxiety thanks his brain and intelligence for that every day, making him somewhat anti-social. Thus, the 'no friends' bit.

Ding, ding, ding! The speakers rang, a cheery voice ringing through the gloomy atmosphere the rain had given the students of Dwel High School. First warning bell, Dwelcians!