[ѕσυтн ραяк] ᵗʰⁱˢ ˡᵒᵛᵉ ⁱˢ ᵒᵘʳ ᶠᵃᵗᵉ |CREEK|

PROLOGUE(kinda)

Before we start i just wanna say this is gonna be from an outside POV aka narrators POV, i'm used to writing like this but i'm gonna do more craig povs/ other characters povs so i can bring out their thoughts and personalities more! but this will be in a narrators pov for prologue purposes💁 i think uh they may be a bit inconsistent cuz i cant write in povs for my life

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A ebony haired boy laid in bed, contemplating what his life had come to. When he was a child he always wanted to some sort of interesting high school life, yet here he was. Laying in bed staring at his phone. Which was refusing to charge.

'God damn worthless piece of shit, guess I should buy a new one,' the boy thought to himself as he slowly stretched. He forced himself to fully sit up, and change out of his pajamas. If you could even call what he was wearing pajamas. His idea of pajamas consisted of a t-shirt and a pair of boxers. (the shirt of course covers his thighs and up😰)

As he stood up he stretched his aching and lazy ass body again. He unwillingly dragged himself towards his wardrobe that was decorated with stuff from school.

Some of which were slips he got from the office for his tardies. They all had his name too, 'Craig Tucker.' Which he never turned in of course. He had what... about 11 tardies in a month? And according to the paper slip he deserves a admin discretion. The ebony haired boy smirked at his mischievous deeds. (god that sounds dumb)

Realizing he was getting distracted, he pulled open the first drawer containing his shirts. He skimmed through them, and ended up just choosing a black shirt with what others may consider a 'gothic' design, but to Craig it was just cool.

Quickly pulling his white shirt off he slipped the black shirt on, and looked at himself in the mirror.

'Now what matches with this,'

He looked through his pants, and picked a pair of beige cargo pants.

'I mean why not?'

Slipping the pants on, he checked the mirror again. He looked fine but he needed to see if he needed any necessary accessories. He went back over to his bed and checked the weather app.

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'Okay then...'

He went to his little hat rack, and grabbed his signature blue chullo hat and placed it on his head. And of course, went back to the mirror to make sure he looked fine.

He messed around with the hat for a few seconds, and once pleased he walked out of his bedroom and proved to his family he wasn't dead.

' ' My god, look who finally is out of their room after 2 fucking days. Man, winter break is almost over! Do something, I don't know, a normal teen would do, ' ' his little sister, Tricia, exclaimed. He just flipped her off and walked down the stairs.

He went into the kitchen to grab at least a bite to eat, maybe like a bag of chips or something small? He searched around in the pantry, and came out with a bag of chips! Just what he wanted.

He walked to the front door, slipped on a pair of shoes and left. Without saying anything to anyone. What a nice start of the day.

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Craig had forgotten his keys.