The Enders

"Morning, Weirdo!"

Travis woke up, his alarm clock blasting with noise. He glared at it wishing it could just melt at his glance. But of course, that was impossible..He put both of his feet down on his cold, dark wood, bedroom floor as he sat on the edge of the bed. He didn't really mind going to school, it was just the whole waking up part of it. He was never a morning person, but his mother surely was.

"Come on Travis, you don't want your first late referral!" His mother yelled from downstairs.

"Ya, ya.. I'm getting dressed!" He replied. Of course he wasn't even close to be getting dressed. He only said that so his mother would let him be.

Travis was always the "A" student at his high school, but he never usually looked the part and never hung around with the good crowd either. He just really never cared of how he looked whenever he went to school, there was no one there to impress. Or at least that's what he says. He finally had the idea to get up and get dressed. He wore a white "Good Charolette" shirt ((the band that's playing)) and his grey ripped jeans. And of course, his black converse.

He walked downstairs, seeing his mom in the kitchen already making breakfast. He sat down at the table rubbing his eyes.

"Morning, sleepy head." She said to him, putting breakfast in front of him.

"Ya, morning."He replied.

He started to eat the food that she had given him, and at that first bite he almost gaged. His mother was never really a good cook, not even close, but he never told her. He never wanted to hurt his mother like his father did, before he left them. When he was younger, all he remembered about his father was just the hatred the man had. He would never come home sober. He knew that because when he would always "Go to sleep" He could hear downstairs, his parents fighting. Over and over again, they would just fight.

"So how does it taste?" His mother asked with a bright smile on her face

"Mom, it's great, like always" He said with a slight smile.

"Well that's good, because you took way to long to get dressed, so I made your breakfast for you."

"Oh, you really didn't have to do that, I could've done it." He said sounding a little worried.

"It was no trouble." She said handing him his lunch.

"Well thanks." He grabbed the bag as well as his backpack. "Well im gonna go." He gave his mom a kiss on the cheek and went out the door.

He always walked to school. Never rode a bike because his dad would never teach him and never rode a bus in his life. He always heard people say, "It's smelly" and other stuff like, "It's to too crowded and always slow." But he really never minded walking. He liked to walk. Also, the school wasn't that far away neither.

As he got close to the school, he could hear from across the street yell, "Morning, Weirdo!" He wasn't that really surprised because the guy who said that was his best friend and probably his only friend, Alec. Remember when I told you he would always hang out with the wrong crowd? Ya, your gonna know what I meant shortly.

"Oh, hey." He said sleeply. Alec noticed the bags under his eyes and sighed.

"Dude, you gotta go to bed sooner and not worry about studying or what ever you do at that time."