Falling Fallen

Morning's

The sound of the timer rang loudly as it hit 7.30. The bright sun shone through the boysenberry curtains, illuminating his room and forcing his sleep ridden eyes open. He pressed one tired hand down onto his alarm clock to silence it while gently pushing his still asleep dog off his feet. He rubbed his eyes and gave an involuntary loud yawn as he wandered over to his bathroom,sluggishly.

Peter looked up to the mirror in his bathroom to stare at his reflection. Some may think this because of his vanity but really he was counting all the things he hated about himself and what he hoped he could change about himself. This is a common ritual for Peter, he manages to do this every day without fail. His shower woke him up a bit but he still felt uneager to start the day. To go to school, just to be ignored or patronised for his looks or his character.

Unenthusiastically, he opened the door to trudge downstairs and slouch down onto his seat at the table. He put on a brighter face to please his parents as he saw his Pops walk through the door holding a tray of pancakes that he made for Peter every Monday. His Pops smiled brightly back at him which was unusual for a Monday morning. 'Whats up' Peter asked, a slight croak in his voice, his Pops slid the tray in front of the two of them and began to dig into the sugary so-called "breakfast".

'Trying to keep everyone positive for the dinner tonight, I feel that the usual negativity won't help you father' his Pops replied with a mouth full of pancake. Ohh, damn. He forgot that was tonight, he sighed and grumbled something along the lines of agreeing with his Pops. On the first Monday of every month, his family gathers together to have dinner. This may sound like hell already but it gets even worse when Peter knew that his "grandfather" was going to be there. Basically, he and his brother, Harley, we're adopted a few years ago by Dad and Pops, he met Dad's Dad ,Howard, a few weeks after and decided ever since that he hated the man. He was cold calculating, he only smiled when he was torturing someone at the table or had made someone angry. He was disapproving of Dad marrying a man and adopting him and Harley. No one seemed to like him, not even Nonna ,who is his wife and loves everyone. He hates it even more now that his brother has left home and won't be there to distract him at the table. He knew that Harley would leave someday but it still hurt. Harley was 24 while Peter was still the infuriating age of 16, where you're told not to act like a kid but you still don't get the privileges of being an adult. He was summoned out of his thoughts by his dad entering the dining room with a faded 'guns 'n' roses' t-shirt on. A round of 'Good Mornings' were given out while his dad gave him a small side hug and walked over to kiss his Pops, Peter gave an exaggerated roll of his eyes earning a chuckle from his parents.

After breakfast Peter scrambled his things into his backpack and sprinted out of the door to jump into his aunt's car.

'Morning Pete' his aunt Wanda smiled brightly,as always, and started the car to drop him off at school. He turned around to look into the back seat and start talking to his cousins: Morgan Barnes (who was adopted by his aunt Nat and Uncle Bucky), Lila Barton and her little brother Nate. The whole ride to school consisted of them gossiping about the new school pupils and trying to explain to Nate why he can't use Aunt Wanda's car seats as a chewing toy.

When they arrived he reluctantly exited the car to be face to face with his school. He walked up the old-fashioned stone stairs and came to the oak door, only to take a deep breath and carry on through.