erik packer
"you're in my way, kitten." he spoke softly into her ear. she only purred louder.
why did she constantly do this? he needed to get to school, do work, go to sleep, and there she was, in his way. he loved her so much though. no matter how many times she pissed him off, he forgave her. she was just too damn adorable and special. her purrs stopped as she got up and stretched before leaping off his side of the bed. well what the hell was that? wasting five minutes of his daily routine to just run off.
"well, fine then." he grumbled, groggily and ever so slowly making his way to his bathroom. it was five twenty three exactly. his day was supposed to start at five but, you know, getting up is such a struggle. he dozed off twice before his mother yelled at him into a somewhat conscious enough state to stay awake. it then took him ten minutes to actually get out of his bed. in which you met olivia, respectively named after detective bensen from his favourite show, law and order. she was a black, needy cat. anyways, he was walking through his cluttered room through a memorised path in the dark. unfortunately, however, olivia decided her perfect resting spot was directly in front of his feet, on the path. so, as you imagine, while he was rubbing the sleep out of his eyes, he stepped on the poor animal. she let out a loud hiss and ran off through the halls. and that's why he only had time for a ten minute shower that morning. cooing softly to the kitten to accepting his apology took so much time. also making his mother yell at him again for not getting ready to leave for his bus stop. he only had time to get in the shower and just rinse himself. he didn't even bother with picking a proper outfit, he never had before. he pulled on some sweats, a white tee-shirt, and a two year old maroon jacket his friend gave him at the end of eighth grade, all stained with the smell of his parents' cigarette smoke. there was no point in giving it back now: they went to completely different high schools. so he slipped on his worn out shoes and jumped into the car his family could barely afford, and his mom drove him to his bus stop a couple minutes away.
"have nice day!" his mother jokingly said. he loved their relationship. she knew how much he hated school, but she knew he was smart and pushed him to go and do his work anyways. he pulled on the best, faked, happy smile he could and grumbled a response. he shut the door and she drove off, and he walked toward the crowd of his fellow school mates. he pulled out his school i.d. and waited a couple of minutes for the first bus to arrive. when it did arrive, it stopped further from where it was expected causing the kids to shuffle to the right. like a herd of sheep. the bus's doors swing out almost hitting the cold kids next to it. as they all shuffle into the warm, already crowded bus. they held up their i.d.'s like those cops on the shows. he showed the woman his i.d. half heartedly and crawled ever so slowly down the narrow aisle looking for an empty seat next to some kid he didn't know. when he had found one, and received a nasty look like it was his fault the bus never had enough seats for one person each, he plugged in his headphones and sunk into the uncomfortable seat and relaxed into his music. it seemed like his music was the only thing to keep him sane. that and endless hours with strangers online. ok thats creepy when put that way, but they were people just like him. lazy, uncommitted, oozing sarcasm, deep emotion problems. its completely normal that he finds comfort in these people. it took twenty six minutes, give or take a couple seconds, to finally get to the 'beautiful, friendly, seaside campus' of walsh charter high school. there was still about fifteen minutes until the bell at seven fifty. the great thing about block schedules was that you didn't have six painstakingly long periods each day. it was simple and you had at least a day to get work done. though that never really helped him get his work done in time. he's never even pass an english course since sixth grade. in his freshman year he'd spent three days near the end of the year doing enough make-up work to get him above a 'c'. all because of that damn pesky website. the tab always there, never being able to close it but wanting nothing better than to just do his work. but it was so boring! and tumblr was just... tumblr. so, with no concept of cost-benefit analysis, he chose the website. it was one of the biggest mistakes of his life, to join the site, but it saved him. he couldn't even remember what he did on the internet before it.
"yo! erik!" he turned to the deep voice behind him. was it his own personal vicious bully here to make him feel like even more shit than he'd already felt? was it an obnoxious friend no one would believe they actually had a friendship? no, because this isn't some sad story about a depressed kid going through dramatic shit. this some sad story about a depressed kid going through average shit. he did however recognise the voice as tim jacob. if he could classify any of the people he hung out with as a best friend, it would be tim. he was nice, funny, average. nothing weird about him except his fandoms. he's into anything sci-fi and oddly extremely chalk full of sexual knowledge. he was the purest virgin he knew, but as a boy he was pretty wise about that area of...stuff. anyways, he threw an arm around his shoulder. they gave each other that weird guy greeting, which was always a mix of a handshake and a secret gesture to a cult of brethren.
"what's up, tim?" he exhaled gently, now he didn't have to walk aimlessly around campus alone. "you're offly cheery for seven-thirty in the morning." then again every morning was like this. that's why he loved tim so much. no matter what, he always had a smile on his face. but sometimes he'd find him blanking off, daydreaming, when he was alone, in his own mind. and he look lost or depressed or something. and he never knew how to explain it because of the way he always acted.
"i literally woke up, like, ten minutes ago. i have no idea why i'm so uppity."
"i think you're forgetting you're like this every morning." he slide his arm off of his shoulder and stuck his hands in his pockets. a snarl appeared on his face.
"i think you're forgetting blah blah blah blah blah." tim mocked erik's words childishly before a pair of arms wrapped around his neck pulling him backwards and downwards almost making him crumble to the floor. not surprising. and that would be kyle winters. another friend of the two. kyle was the sort of guy people went to for certain...substances. but you wouldn't know it by looking at him. he looked like the kind of kid you'd take home to mom. typical prep school jock, couple girlfriends in the past, messy brown hair, jeans and a t-shirt was his daily outfit. but once you got to know him you realised he was basically high all the time. you'd find him at venice beach skating or smoking. he'd sell from time to time but not enough to be conspicuous or very noticeable to the student body. there were two others, liam and ben, who are never on time, so they'll be seeing them a couple minutes after the bell.
erik's school life was a very strange place in his reality. it was one of the only times he didn't completely hate himself. unless he had to think about his future after high school, he was too distracted throughout the day - he hated that it was this way but - to be sad. his moderate depression alone wasn't damaging enough for therapy and his already terribly short attention span wasn't helping. anyways, point is, if one ever finds oneself in his presence and he seems perfectly fine it's because he has something distracting his easily distracted mind. then again one will probably never find oneself in his presence. because people are usually always annoyed by his presence. he had no way to fix it though. that's just how his world worked. class, break, class, break, class, class, home, sleep, repeat. it was all incredibly boring and predictable. he needed spaces. he needed adversity and adventure. diversity and damage. just something different. he hated this place. he wanted to get away so badly. just move away and forget everyone and everything. every bad grade, relationship, thought. but he didn't have any money. or a way to get out. he also probably couldn't live without his parents' support. oh well. it was nice to dream.
I have had this thing in my notes for the longest time. I'm still not really "finished" with it but I just wanted it out of my system. I find this completely useless though. it doesn't make any sense ?????? §
