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Chapter 1: A typical day in San Francisco

Seven in the morning and my alarm clock is driving me crazy already. Slowly I stand up and hit that stupid thing so it will shut up. I want to lay down again but my mom calls me with her sweet voice to, may I quote: "STAND THE FUCK UP AN COME DOWN HERE; I'VE MADE PANCAKES!!!". I love pancakes, so I stand up, grab my red-white shirt, my blue jeans and some shorts and change quickly before running down the stairs to give my Mom and Melly a morning hug. 

Melly always comes at 6:55 to my place (we are neighbours) to have breakfast and go to school with me. My dad is already at the coffee shop and my mom is going there too, as soon as Melly and I leave the appartement. 

After those very delicious blueberry pancakes, Melly and me had to go to the subway station so we won't miss our train to school. I don't know why but I love the subway. We always get to listen to Jimmys guitar solo (Jimmy is a random guy in his mid 40s, who plays guitar in the subway; he is very cool but homeless I think) and to see new people. You won't believe what kind of people are running around the subway of San Francisco. One time we saw a whole group of people with feather costumes, with all kind of happy and bright colours, like those you see in TV when it's carnival in brasilia. 

This is the "feather costume" in question.

But anways, it's 7:30 now so our train just arrived and we rush in it, to find a place to seat. The train is always full, no matter when you take it. 

Melly and I always make up storys about people we see on the train. 

This time, a man in a black suit is our target. 

"He is a mafia member in disguise so the police won't find him", I say

"I bet he just came back from his lovers bed and has to deliver a bunch of drugs to some italian mafiosi. Just look at this suspicious looking black suitcase with silver clasps. It's either drugs, weapons or money. Take your pick" she says.

Sadly we can't continue our little game because we have to get out now. It's 7:45 and we rush the stairs up and BOOM our school. Yes, our school is right infront of the subway station. Our school is very modern and has it's focus on art, creative writing and culinary. 

Suddenly we can hear a very loud scream that goes "GUYYYYYYYYYYYYYSSSSSSSSSSSS HELLOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO III'MMMMMM HEEEEERRRRRRRRRRREEEEEEEEE"

It's Tom with a voice strong enough to break the school windows. He runs towards us and gives us the warmest and strongest hug that someone could possibly recieve.  Soon after, his partner Finn comes too and we go inside...

Most of the time Melly, Tom and me are in the same class, but there is one subject that tors us apart. We all chose different focus points...

Melly chose Art, street Art if we want to be correct; Tom chose culinary with focus on baking and I chose writing class with focus on creative writing.

Once a day each of us has to go to a different room to attend to their "focus-point-class" (that's the official name of these classes).

Today is Friday so we start our day with the worst subject possible...

*Trigger Warning*

"MATH"

It's the worst thing that exists in the world and is the worst thing that ever happened to Melly, Tom and me. It's our worse subject but thanks to Finn, who is really good at math, we can pass the class. After some very tiring hours of boring subjects it was time to say goodbye to my friends (at least for now) because i have my creative writing, Melly has her street art and Tom has his culinary class. 

I love my lessons in this class, not only because I love writing but also because I have the coolest teacher ever: Mrs.Culici...

Some would say that she is just a crazy old woman but I have to disagree. She is super smart and her way of thinking always blows my mind away. She always wears a colourful dress, has a messy bun and wears a necklace with an orange elephant in the middle of it. She is from Italy, has studied teaching in the Netherlands and meditation techniques in Japan and lives now in San Francisco to teach "creative writing" or how she calls it "How to get away with Copyright"   (If I am completly honest, I do not know why she calls it that, but Lilly; a classmate; overheard some teachers bubbling about some lawsuit that is going on because Mrs.Culici forgot to name some people in her book "No time for meditation but time for capitalism". Nevertheless I like the name, for some reason)                                                                                                                                                      

Today's class was like every other, we have to get our laptops out and start writing our story. After every class we have to send Mrs.Culici the new added texts to our story.

It's our assignment to write a book, till the end of the year. My book is called "Police brutality, then and now".  It's a fact based book and Mrs.Culici's favourite one out of all the classes she has. She even once said that it has "college level".

After the class and also the schoolday ended, Melly, Tom and I went home to do our homework.

We meet up again at 4pm at my parent's coffee shop to talk about random stuff. 

Today's topic: "How and why tartes change the world". You can guess three times who brought up that topic. 

You may think that this is a way too stupid topic to talk about for hours, but not with my besties. We talked about tartes and the effect of them on humanity for literally 3 hours. My parents said later to me that we are crazy for doing that but what is wrong about beeing a little bit crazy...

Sadly we have to say goodbye then (for the day, of course. I would die If I have to say goodbye to any of them forever)

After dinner, I go to my room to watch some random Videos, scroll through Tiktok and watch the 10000 Tiktoks Tom always sends me.

10 pm: It's time to go to bed and rest earlier then usual, because tomorrow I have to endure Mr.Fleckerg giving a lecture on "peaceful conflict resolutions".

Just another typical day in a life of a homosexuel, living in San Francisco...