PruCan: When I was Invisible

CHAPTER ONE: First day, first friend, 100,000,000th thought of depression

.... "Alarm clock... stop... beeping..." I moaned, lazily raising myself up and lightly hitting the snooze button. I checked the time with squinted eyes, as my glasses weren't currently on my nose. 

"6:30 a.m. huh? It's already the day..." I let out a sigh as I allowed my body to flop back onto my bed, pulling the sheets back over my cold and exposed body.

"I don't want to go... can't I just stay at home? Be home-schooled? That would be easier wouldn't it?"

"It would be easier, but you must go to school Mathieu!" I had heard my papa Francis' voice call from the doorway, a sing-song voice clearly present in his tone. I groaned as a response, and he skipped on to my brother's room, ferociously knocking on his door and yelling through the thick wood. I held back a small laugh when I watched him attempt to open the door, only to find the door was locked.

Papa banged his head on the door softly while I slowly walked up to him, his eyes immediately looking towards me for help. I smiled a bit and rapped on Alfred's door like a bird's wing brushing against a smooth wall. "Al? You have to get up. It's... the first day of high school."

The only response I got was the shuffling of bed sheets.

"Al?.... I thought you wanted to see how high school was like. Didn't you want to see if it really is like 'High School Musical'?"

I stepped away from the door and ushered Papa to do the same, as we could hear the thudding footsteps of my adopted brother approaching the door at a rapid pace, and a little click of the door's handle unlocking.

"HECK YEAH BRO!!!!!!! LET'S HURRY IT UP ALREADY THEN!!!!!!" Alfred enthusiastically threw open the door, nearly knocking out Papa Arthur in the face, who had just began to walk past our small posse standing in front of Al's bedroom.

Because of this small incident, Papa Arthur began to scold Al (like usual) as Papa Francis patted my back and walked back downstairs and to the kitchen. I left the bickering duo and re-entered my room, changing into my brand new school uniform.

It looked so... Hm. I'm not really sure. In a sense, it looked casual, yet formal at the same time. The warm, caramel sweater and long sleeved, white polo undershirt were calming, but the intense color of the royal blue blazer and plaid dress pants set the whole thing off. 

I swiftly changed into these clothes, as my body was already getting cold because of the exposure to the air after being released from my nice and comfortable cave of blankets. As I adjusted the black suit tie, I began to head downstairs to join up with the rest of my family. It was surprising that Papa Arthur and Alfred had already finished arguing and changing before I could've beat them to the breakfast table.

As usual, the wonder scent of Papa Francis' cooking wafted right up the stairwell, greeting me halfway down the stairs and enlightening my spirits just slightly. I arrived at my respected seat closest to the window right as Papa placed the warm, delicious pancakes in front of us. I felt myself salivating at the sight of the steaming breakfast and quickly wiped away my drool before my brother could poke fun at me... not like he was any better. 

"Aw dude!! Thanks dad, this looks so freaking great!!!" His eyes were bright and a trail of saliva dripped from the corner of his mouth.

Papa Arthur rubbed his temples and mumbled scolding words, however, Alfred helped himself right to the pancakes. Before I could react, he grabbed the maple syrup and began to dribble it all over his stack of.... was it 8 pancakes? I don't quite remember. It was a lot, I can just tell you that. But his mountain of sticky pancakes wasn't done- Al got some blueberries from the little bowl Papa Arthur had put out and admittedly used all of them, simply dumping the whole lot of them on the top.