One
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Heize POV
Your alarm blared for the fifth time that morning, indicating you slept late again. Also indicating it was now 7:30 and you only had 10 minutes until your bus passed, meaning, you were late as hell for school. Again. Lazily blinking, you quickly realized the situation and literally threw away your covers, running towards your closet. You heard a crash behind you but it was fine because you would check on it after you got back from work later.
There was a heap of clothes blocking the entrance to your closet door, but you had NO time to waste fighting an avalanche of dirty laundry you had intended to to wash a few days ago. Standing in your red pajama shorts and a black t-shirt, you finally decided that you would jump it. And by jump it you meant getting a broom, pushing over the clothes, and hopping over the remaining pile. Yes because you were very "athletic". Finally in your closet you pulled your phone out.
7:32 am
"Shiiiiiiiiiiiiit," you said out loud as you saw you only had 8 minutes left 'till you had to blast. Grabbing whatever you could from the hangers, you ran to your bathroom where you tried to brush your teeth and slip on the clothes you had at the same time. Spitting out your toothpaste you checked you phone again.
7:35 am
Holy fuck, you thought, how does the school even accept me as a student anymore, im such a disappointment.
After slipping on your shoes, you ran to the kitchen like your life depended on it, quickly popping a piece of toast into the toaster. You tried taking it out, but your bread got stuck, and when you tried to pull it out, you just kept pushing it farther and farther in. You turned to a kitchen drawer. You knew it was insanely stupid, but you had to try to get the burnt ass peice of bread out of the toaster before you started a fire. And you were going to get it out with a fork. Smart huh.
But anyways, to make this long story short, you basically started a mini house fire with a fork, napkin, a toaster, and your burnt ass piece of bread. You sprinted for your bag and school stuff, and then stuffed your "food" down your throat because really, eating a breakfast that was basically charcoal was better than not eating anything at all. And even after that near death experience, you were still hungry.
You were going to get your keys from the table, but stopped when you noticed a string of beads behind a plant. Your reached for it and pulled out the emerald bracelet. Weird. You didn't own a bracelet that looked like that. You stuck your head out your window to see if any other windows in the apartment complex were opened because maybe someone dropped it. Wait. That sounded kinda dumb. Who would drop a bracelet out a window. Well it was really pretty, so too bad for whoever lost it because it was yours now. You were smiling at the new bracelet that was on your wrist when an alarm sounded.
"Fuck," you said startled. You checked your phone.
7:40 am
"SKSBWODBKSB IM LATE!" you yelled grabbing your keys and possibly tripping over your table. You ran out the door and jumped the flight of stairs people were walking down. Your lived on the second floor of the apartment complex, but you didnt mind 1) because you've done it hundreds of times before and 2) you were late so who cared if you jumped flight of stairs. Well everyone taking their time walking down did, and they just had to complain.
