The boy awoke to the sun seeping through his window. His curtains were pulled back creating a path for the light to flow. He groaned once and then proceeded to get out of bed, still groggy from his slumber. Yawing widely, he slid his dark framed glasses on. Stepping out of his pajamas, the boy threw on a pair of jeans and a dark red v-neck. Running a hand through his hair, he walked downstairs to the kitchen.
"Hey mom," he muttered, quickly grabbing his bag and a granola bar.
His mother ignored him and continued to read the newspaper. She sipped her coffee loudly.
"Bye mom," the boy kissed her cheek and walked out of the house, taking his mother's car keys. "See you later."
His mother only blinked, as she stared at the article in front of her.
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Short StoryThe boy crumpled up the paper. It didn't matter, nothing he did ever mattered. It was paper anyway. [ c o m p l e t e d ] * warning : to some people this may be slightly cliche, this may also be sad too * c o v e r . c r e d i t : @DramaticCoverMak...
