At fourteen, Sora feels like he's reached a dead end. Another year of bad grades means the possibility of repeating a hellish year of middle school. Dealing with the fallout from his classmates and cold, strict mother only makes matters worse.
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Sora had shot straight into his room the second he had gotten home and leaped onto his bed, listening to its creaky, squeaky protest as he settled down. With shaking, hasty hands, Sora unzipped his backpack and turned it upside down, letting all the crap that's been accumulating for the past nine or so months spill out. The floor groans as books and binders thump onto the floor; a waterfall of loose papers spill out everywhere, Sora thinks he can even see an old field trip permission slip with everything else... Huh, so that's where it went... that would have been useful when I actually needed it.
Taking a peek inside his backpack tells him that Sora had done his job--it's completely empty. Sora jumped to his feet and ransacked his room, pulling out drawers left and right as he begin to fill his backpack with new necessities: spare clothes, money, water bottles.
He doesn't know why he is in such a hurry, darting around like a madman. He could take his time. Sora should be thinking this through. But He is just so excited. And scared. And hopeful.
Sora takes a step back to look at his alarm clock. It's only one, and Mom doesn't come home until three at the earliest, but it'll probably be closer to six today since she slept in. He has time, but Sora is literally running himself ragged, completely out of breath, and he hasn't even stepped foot outside his room yet. Better not to get too frantic.
Sora does a mental inventory of what he has packed so far: a pair of shorts and jeans, three shirts, one long-sleeved, underwear. Four water bottles, and about fifty dollars, more or less... allowance and birthday money, He had never spent back when Mom still had money to spare. Sora wishes we had more food, but he grabbed a couple of bags of pretzels, a small bag of cookies, and some fruit snacks. Not the best for me, but it's what I have to work with for now. Before Sora forgets, He jaunts through the short hallway and into the bathroom to grab his toothbrush, then hightails it back to my room.
