Kitchen Sink

One ; The Norm

The day started of completely normal. Like any other day, Day Jean wakes up and gets dressed for the day ahead of him. It was Wednesday, in the middle of the month April. There had been a slight drizzle at night, but now the morning dew glimmered under the pink and orange sky. The sun was peaking, as if it was a shy being. Day Jean could tell. The little sliver of sunlight seeped through his window and touched him from where he was looking out from. Although the window kept a barrier, Day Jean still felt the sun's promising warmth. This made the boy smile. He always adored the sun. Maybe the little dread he had about heading to school ceased, as if the sun said, "It'll be a good day, DJ."
He blinks slowly, his sleepy eyes still trying to adjust. DJ shifts away from the window to his drawers. Maybe he should dress nicely today, a casual nice. A white button up, clean cut jeans, converse, and a brand new jacket that he'd promise he'd wear on good days. The Sun could possibly be right. It's going to be a good day.
He rids his body of his raggedy pajamas, and slips on the jeans and converse first. Carefully, he buttoned up his shirt, and put on the jacket. The boy took a look in the mirror, observing his taste. He was very proud of his look. He was neither to thin or too big. He thought he looked great. He smiles at his reflection. DJ decides to leave his hair untouched. He little curly hair seemed to look neat this particular morning. The trick to that was just to shower the previous night, and go to bed with wet hair; next morning, soft, natural curly hair.
He proceeds to walk out of his room, entering the hallway and is greeted by his puppy, Friday. A little bulldog his mother let him adopt recently (on a Friday too) and honestly, that dog seemed to make DJ's mornings a little more cheerful each day the wakes up to see his dearest Friday. She barked up at DJ as she jumped our his feet, her pants exaggerated, and her dumb tongue flopping slightly out of her mouth.
DJ picked up Friday and scratched behind her little brown ear. Friday was small (for now), and white with certain spots of caramel brown. She was a very energetic puppy, so this took a few moments for her to settle down. DJ kisses her wet nose, chuckling as her mere silliness. "Let's get you breakfast," he says to her. So he lets her down gently and she rushes over to the sliding door that leads to the house's backyard.
DJ's mother, Helen, disliked the little mutt slobbering the tile floor, so she had told DJ that Friday would be eating outside. DJ understood why his mother said this about the bulldog. She was a slobbery pup. There was a whole list of things his mother gave him to take care of Friday. DJ knows his mother also has a soft spot for Friday, but Helen did like for her house to stay as neat as possible.
Once DJ serves Friday her food, he let's her stay outside for that bit, you know, for her business and stuff like that. In the meantime, the boy gets his own little breakfast: a bagel with cream cheese, and his own small mug of coffee. He leans against the counter sipping the warm coffee listening and waiting for the barks Fridays makes when she is finished outside. Although right now, all he could hear was his mother shuffling around in her room, most likely getting dressed. Other than that, it's silent for those few minutes. The house is really just him, his mother, and Friday. A little quiet life here. DJ finishes the bagel and coffee soon, and he brings Friday back inside.
His mom walks out into the kitchen with pins between her lips as she finishes up tying her long, brunette hair back in a slick ponytail. She tosses her car keys to DJ, and he catches them. He fumbled a bit, but he got them. Helen chuckled quietly. "Alright, go turn on the truck, I'll just make my smoothie and get the purse please," she says. DJ laughed a bit, and pulled his backpack over his shoulder and took his mother's purse from the kitchen's bar and walked outside.
After turning the truck on and tossing the belongings in, he goes back in for a goodbye from Friday. It was licks and a little embrace the boy gives his puppy. He puts up the small gate between the hallway and living room/kitchen, leaving Friday in the hallway. "See you a bit," he tells the bulldog.

His mom drops DJ off at school pretty early. As an elementary teacher, she has to be at work earlier before DJ begins classes. Which is at Lincoln High School. It's about 7:15 a.m, and classes start at 8:35. This is every morning ever since DJ started high school, but it's how he likes it. He doesn't mind showing up to school, it nearly being empty. At least his friends were here early as well. They were in band, so it's all in front of the band hall where the band kids hang out before the directors showed up to open the door. It's how things were.
"Morning, sunshine," greets his best friend, Joan. DJ rolls his eyes, but smiles at the punny nickname his friend gave him, and he sets his backpack down beside hers. "Morning," He responds, pulling the girl up.
Joan was this tomboy/hippie who just seemed to love talking about the books she reads and her taste in great alternative rock music which both like to listen to. She pretty much was like a hippie, even with the school uniform code, she managed to give her own little style to the uniform clothing. Which is just wearing hand-me-down sweaters with cool patterns from her grandparents or something. But it was very much her taste, and she never really seemed to look trashy. She just looked good. Her hair is short and messy. Bleached and dyed countless of times. DJ still suggests colors for her hair each time she asks. These days, it was green somehow mixed with blue.
"So I discovered this band," Joan grins, draping an arm over DJ.
"Oh yeah? Who?" DJ asks. He's always interested in the bands or artists Joan comes across on the internet and tells him about them. And Joan knows it. This is how the two mostly bond.
"Snow White's Poison Bite," she states, pulling her phone out of her sweater pocket. Joan skims through her phone, holding out a headphone for DJ as she does. They begin to walk in the hallways of the building, which is something they always did to kill the time they had before school starts. It's a thing they like to do, because no adult is around this early to tell them to not wander the halls.
DJ puts the headphone in his ear and waits 'til Joan picks a song. She tapped the phone and let her hand drop holding the phone. The music started soft then progressively got a little louder with a guitar playing. Joan gave DJ a few moments to listen to the song while a little smile played on her lips, somehow knowing the guy would love the song.
And he did. Soon enough he was bopping his head, and he took the phone from Joan's to remind himself of the artist. Snow White's Poison Bite.

She hates him
For what he did to her
So kill kill I know you will
Take him to his grave you'll make him pay
She loved him
He'll get what he deserves
So kill kill I know you will
Get revenge you'll take him to his grave

Hollywood made a killing machine
She's like a teenage slaughter movie scene
A serial killer celebrity
Now stop

Kristy let's go
Let's start the killing
Kristy let's go
Let's end the living

Soon enough more people more and more students would show up and Joan and DJ headed back to the band hall to collect their things and go inside. Classes started and the two had already set up their instruments. Joan sat in her first chair of the clarinet section, and DJ third chair of the saxophone section.
Joan turned to look at DJ, and they make dumb expressions just to laugh joke around before band started. Well, just because it seemed like a drag not to fool around a bit between the two. Like a best friend ritual between the two kids.