Chapter 9: More Than Survive (Reprise)

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*Dante*

I bolted up in bed, looking around quickly. Light shone through the shutters, indicating morning. Did yesterday really happen?

Hello?

...

No response... I tapped my head a couple of times, "are you on? Hellooo~?"

"Dante? Are you talking to yourself?" I heard my dad call, you from just outside my door.

"I... Guess I am," I shrugged, standing up. "Huh."

I strolled over to my computer, quickly turning it on. I slid into my swivel chair, organizing a few things on my desk. Too bad ZANE, wasn't really. I guess it was all on my head... Heh... I'm freaking hilarious.

I glanced down at the digital clock on my computer, smirking. Oh, boy! It's six thirty a.m.! You know what that means...

"C-C-C-C’MON, C-C-C-C’MON, GO--" I began to spam the right-click. When suddenly- "OW!"

Wait...a shock?

ᏔᎻᎪᎢ ᎠᏆᎠ ᏔᎬ ᏚᎪY ᎪᏴᎾᏌᎢ ᎷᎪᏚᎢᏌᎡᏴᎪᎢᏆᎾN?

I was just going to...check my email.

I pushed my computer away, scratching the back of my head. ZANE appeared beside me, arms crossed, as he glared.

YᎾᏌ ᏟᎪN'Ꭲ ᏞᏆᎬ ᎢᎾ ᎷᎬ, ᎠᎪNᎢᎬ. Ꮖ'Ꮇ ᏆNᏚᏆᎠᎬ YᎾᏌᎡ ᏴᎡᎪᏆN. ᏔᎬ'ᎡᎬ ᏩᎾᏆNᏩ ᎢᎾ ᎠᎬᏙᏆᏚᎬ Ꭺ ᏚYᏚᎢᎬᎷ. Ꮖ ᎢᎪᏞᏞY ᎬᏙᎬᎡY ᎢᏆᎷᎬ YᎾᏌ ᎢᎻᏆNK ᎪᏴᎾᏌᎢ ᏚᎬX, ᎪNᎠ ᎢᎻᎪᎢ'Ꮪ ᎻᎾᏔ ᎷᎪNY ᏢᏌᏚᎻ-ᏌᏢᏚ YᎾᏌ ᎠᎾ. ᏆF ᎢᎻᏆᏚ ᎷᎾᎡNᏆNᏩ ᏆᏚ ᎪN ᏆNᎠᏆᏟᎪᎢᏆᏙᎬ ᏚᎪᎷᏢᏞᎬ, YᎾᏌ' ᎻᎪᏙᎬ ᏢᎬᏟᏚ ᏆN NᎾ ᎢᏆᎷᎬ.

Suddenly, the door to my room burst open. My dad stepped through, scratching at his stomach. And, of course, he was still fucking pantsless.

"Coming through, private," he chuckled, as he made his way through my small room.

ᎢᎻᎪᎢ'Ꮪ ᎢᎻᎬ ᏚᎾᏌᎡᏟᎬ ᎾF YᎾᏌᎡ ᏩᎬNᎬᎢᏆᏟ ᎷᎪᎢᎬᎡᏆᎪᏞ?

That's my dad, yeah.

ᏔᎬ ᏚᎻᎾᏌᏞᎠ ᎠᎾᏌᏴᏞᎬ ᎢᎻᎾᏚᎬ ᏢᏌᏚᎻ-ᏌᏢᏚ.

I rolled my eyes, reaching into a bag on the side of my desk. I threw on the Eminem shirt, that ZANE had me buy yesterday, and some pants. And, after throwing on my red Converse, and strutted out the front door- careful not to slouch, and put my hands in my pockets- as I decided to ride the bus to school.

"Still not gonna be the cool guy," I mumbled under my breath, looking around at the almost completely empty bus. Most people drove to school, anyways. "But maybe not so left out! Of all the characters at school, I might be the one, who the story's about. Now, that someone's helping me out."

I arrived into school, and a few people looked my way. Specifically, Nicole, Kawaii~Chan, and Aphmau. All three of them waved sincerely at me, giggling a little. Dazed, and a little taken aback, I spun around- Oh, fuck.

"Yo, tall-ass!" Garroth glared at me, grabbing the collar of my shirt, to pull me down to his level. "Where's my money?"

Crap, what do I tell Garroth?

ᏌᏢ. ᏌᏢ. ᎠᎾᏔN. ᎠᎾᏔN. ᏞᎬFᎢ. ᎡᏆᏩᎻᎢ. Ꭺ.

Uh...okay?

Suddenly, Garroth jumped, letting go of my collar. He blinked a few times, staring at me. "You got one!"

"Yeah. Sorry, I meant to go through you but-- Don't hit me!" I covered my hands in front of my face, biting my lip hard.

"Dante! This is awesome! I mean, I coulda used the money. Things are kinda rough at home, if you know what I'm sayin'…"

ZANE stood beside me, giving a nod. And, as if by magicks, they instructed me on what to say. "Yeah…my dad…drinks too?"

I glared at ZANE, discreetly. Where did that come from? Garroth grinned, nodding.

"Yo, fucking dads, right?! He usually passes out by nine. You should come over, play X-box! You know, with a ZANE, the only controller you need…is your mind?" He tapped his head, strutting away, with a smile.

What was that about?

Ꮖ ᏚYNᏟᎬᎠ ᏔᏆᎢᎻ ᎻᏆᏚ ᏃᎪNᎬ. NᎾᏔ ᎻᏆᏚ ᎠᎬᏚᏆᎡᎬᏚ ᎪᎡᎬ ᏟᎾᎷᏢᎪᎢᏆᏴᏞᎬ ᏔᏆᎢᎻ YᎾᏌᎡ ᎾᏔN.

And that makes him act like we're friends?

ᏔᎻᎪᎢ ᏆᏚ FᎡᏆᎬNᎠᏚᎻᏆᏢ, ᏴᏌᎢ Ꭺ ᏴᎾNᎠ ᏴᎬᎢᏔᎬᎬN ᎢᏔᎾ ᏢᎬᎾᏢᏞᎬ? NᎾᏔ, YᎾᏌ ᎪNᎠ ᏩᎪᎡᎡᎾᎢᎻ ᎻᎪᏙᎬ Ꭺ ᏴᎾNᎠ. ᏆᎢ'Ꮪ ᏓᏌᏚᎢ ᎠᏆᏩᏆᎢᎪᏞ. NᎾᏔ ᏩᎬᎢ ᎡᎬᎪᎠY, ᎢᎾ ᎷᎾᎡᎬ ᎢᎻᎪN ᏚᏌᎡᏙᏆᏙᎬ.

"NA NA NA! NA NA NA!" Kids sang, clapping their hands together, as I made my way through classes.

"More than survive! More than survive!" I chirped, getting through the rest of my, pretty freaking awesome school day. "All and all, a not too heinous day."

"HEY!"

"HEY!"

"HEY!"

I walk the hall with purpose, as I swagger on my way.

"HEY!"

"HEY!"

"HEY!"

I'm feeling crisp, and high, and glad! And head to Drama practice, with Vylad!

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