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Cringggg! Cringggg! Cringggg

I grabbed the thing we called alarm clock and throw it across the room. With that, the sound died. As I'm drifting off to sleep once again because its Monday? Who the hell like Monday, my freaking alarm clock ring again.

"Okay, that's it!" I grabbed my baseball bat which happens to be beside me just in case a burglar got in, you know what I mean? I swing it and it hit the thing in the middle.

Satisfied, I began looking around. My room, its not that big but still comfortable. I took a glance at the photographs hanging on the wall.

A wave of proudity washed over me. Im always interested in photography. I dont know, there something about taking pictures and editing it that makes me feel free.

I walked over some of the pictures and smile proudly.

I turn around and started walking to the bathroom to take bath before going to school because after party last night which is pretty boring, I swear as soon as I enter my room, I head straight to bed.

Scrubbing my body, I take a moment to eye myself in the mirror. Again, wave of proudity washed over me. I've been working out since I was 13 and now the hard works seem to pay me off.

I stepped out of the shower, tying my fluffy towel on my waist in the process and walked over my closet to take out my dark denim and a hoodie because why not? Its winter.

I walked out of my room, heading straight to my little brother's room to wake him up. He's only 6 so I have to send him to the daycare around the area before going to school

"Hey walty" I shook his sleeping figure. He groans in respond. "Five more minutes" he said obviously still sleepy.

"You know, you need to find another reason bud." I said amused "you better wake up now or....." I trailed off.

With that he shot up immediately, grinning widely "Dont tickle me again val" he said.

I ruffled his hair "Go take a shower" I said smiling. "Okay!" He said "Fruit loops?"

"Yeah, now go. Were gonna be late" with that I stand up and went downstairs to make us siblings breakfast.

Our parents were killed in an accident when Walter were still 3 years old. That leaves us alone in this big house. Were always so close. I love him with all my heart because he's the only family I got left.

He run from his room to the counter. He dragged the stool below the table and wait for his favorite breakfast, fruit loops.

"Here you go buddy" I gave him his cereals while I made one for myself. He eyed the food excitedly. "Amen!" He says and begin eating.

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I dropped Walter in front of the daycare. "See ya val!" He shouted. I waved in respond and began my journey to school.

"This is my last year here" I thought "you can do this".

I parked my car in one of the parking lot and step out of the car. I can feel eyes on me. No surprise there. They always called me "Mr. Popular" I dont even know why.

I enter the school, watching as people walked by. A sense of familiarity make its way. I walked over my locker to take out books for my first period which is Advance Chemistry.

I closed it and make my way to Mrs. Kincaid's classroom.

On my way there, I began spacing out.

Thud!

"Hey! Watch out!" Said a voice. I look down to find a girl picking up her book. I stared at her expressionless. When she already secured all of her books, she turned around to face me.

"So? Are you gonna apologise of what?" She said angrily. So, someone's pms-ing. I rolled my eyes and began walking around her.

"Hello? Mr. Bumping into someone and not apologizing after that? Where are you going?" She said loud enough for me to hear.

I walked faster now, not giving a glance or even a damn about her. I got into class just as the bell ring. I make my way to the backseat which I always do.

The teacher make her way inside the room and start talking about what to do, the rules and blah blah blah

Me being me, started spacing out. But quickly got cut by someone taking a seat beside me. I turn, only to find the girl earlier. I sighed

The day just got better.

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