Tenere, Totum, Tragice.

The Craziest Friend That You've Ever Had

"Rise and shine, Lucifer," accompanied by a smattering of ice cold water across my face, was what woke me up. The douche who performed the unnecessary baptism was Jack, who promptly took a picture and ran off, snickering. "B-bitch." I muttered under my breath, throwing the now damp covers off and standing up, wiping the water from my eyes. With tired eyes and stumbling steps, I made my way to the mercifully empty bathroom and washed my face quickly, brushing my teeth and using the bathroom before returning to my room to get ready. I threw on the clothes hastily and slipped on a pair of Vans, running a hand through my essentially flat hair before clomping down the stairs where Ben and Jack were already eating all of the pancakes my mom had made as our customary "new school" meal.

Mom was sitting at the bar, staring at her phone with a blank expression on her face. "H-hey Mom-m, what's wr-wrong?" I asked, snatching a blueberry pancake from an unsuspecting Jack's plate. "Your father said to have a good day." She replied flatly, throwing her phone onto the counter with a sigh and making her way over to the stove to take some fresh food from the hot pan. "Tell him Jack said Up yours." Jack said, haughtily taking a sip of orange juice, if it is even possible for you to do that in an angry fashion. Mom gave a wry smile and put a plate of pancakes before me, sliding a cup of juice forwards a few moments later. I ate them quickly, knowing what would happen if my brothers finished and I still had some remaining.

Mom glanced to the clock on the wall and clapped, "OK, boys, time for you to leave. Have a good day, remember your manners, and don't forget that it takes time to make friends, no one does it in a day, so be patient." As we filed out of the house, each kissing her on the cheek and getting our bags from her, I swear to whatever God is out there that I saw the bushes along the tree-line shift, what looked like tan fur flashing by, like a tail whipping around. I pulled on Ben's sleeve, making him grumble and turn around to look at me. "D-did you s-see that, Ben-n?" "See what, shortbus? Come on, we need to go, I don't have time to play Steve Irwin with you." I pouted, but followed along and climbed into the backseat of Ben and Jack's shared Jeep.

As soon as Jack cranked up, unintelligible rap music blared through the speakers, making me sigh and pull out my headphones. While the two up front sang along loudly to Fettuccini Wrap or whomever, if you can even call their whale noises singing, I settled for bobbing my head along to the Fall Out Boy blaring through my ear-buds, watching as the world passed by, eyes trained on the foliage for a wolf or two with a strange affinity for me.

The moment we pulled up to the school, Ben and Jack hopped out and ran into the school, leaving me to gather my stuff and walk in alone, already getting weird looks from people. It sucks being the new kid. I followed a little sign that pointed me towards the office, lightly knocking on the door before letting myself in, nearly getting knocked flat by my exiting wildebeests, I mean brothers, in the process. "Have a bad day, Lucifer, don't annoy too many people!" Jack yelled to me, Ben high-fiving him as they ran off. Y'know, having twin brothers really sucks at some times. Maybe with one of them it would be bearable. "May I help you?" The lady behind the desk asked, looking over her glasses. She was young, probably in her 20's, and she looked on the verge of having a mental breakdown already, probably due to my brothers. "U-uh y-yes. I'm L-Luke Hemm-mings. I-I'm n-new." Damn that godforsaken stutter. "When you say Hemmings, are you by chance related to the two that just came in here?" "S-sadly. W-what did th-they do?" "Well, while one tried to get my phone number, the other stole all of the candy from the jar on the desk and then they punched one another and laughed." "Th-that s-sound about r-right."

She sighed and typed something into the computer, a piece of paper printing out a moment later, my name printed across the top. We had already come and toured the school and talked with some teachers and stuff, but I still hadn't gotten my schedule. "Th-thank you." I said as she handed me my paper, a smile and a curt nod her only response. I looked to where my locker number was, 182, and set off to find that, and then my first class, which was Chemistry.