Before the Hunt

One: Green Day Monday

     POV ISAAC

It was an ordinary Monday, except it wasn't. I'm not saying it was bad, then again I knew it was going to be one hell of a day when my Uncle James stormed into my tiny ass room, screaming in a drunken voice, "I'm leaving for work in five minutes, the bus will be here in an hour. Get your red headed ass dressed!" and slammed the door behind him. I was about to fall back asleep, then my alarm went off, blasting whatever was on the radio. I think is was some Justin Timberlake song from the early 2000's. I reached for my blue aviator glasses (because I'm trapped in the 80's even though it's 2010) and looked around my room. I sat up, shirtless with grey sweatpants on, and saw my uncles car drive away. I flipped him off and walked to the large by window in the back of my room. I opened the blinds, nearly blinding myself from the suns ultra violet rays, and headed to my dresser.

My room didn't have much, since I live in my aunt and uncle's trailer home, all it really had was a small bed, a few shelves, a small pine wood dresser with cracks in the draws, and a desk that belonged to my dad (may he and my mom rest in peace). Also fun fact about my aunt and uncle, they hate me. Which isn't shocking because I'm not a lovable person. I think it's because my uncle hated my mom (he had something against Scottish people) and since I look just like her, only I'm a dude, he's just like "Ayye fuck you!" I think that's why I cry myself to sleep every, fucking, night. I looked at myself in the small vanity mirror over my dresser and saw how much I looked like I woke up from a 90's rave. 

"Damn," I said to myself. "Did I go out and drink last night?" My light ginger hair was tangled in knots, my dark blue eyes had large bags under them (because I had coffee before bed and couldn't sleep) my skin was covered in blackheads, along with my many, many, many freckles I'd collected over the years, and my body looked more weak than before. I opened one of the drawers in the dresser, pulled out a Canada flag shirt with khaki pants and grey socks, and got dressed. I couldn't find my comb, my uncle probably used it or some shit, so I had to leave the house with tangled hair. Before I left I looked at my old Dell computer and saw I had four e-mails. Yes, I said e-mails, my phone doesn't have decent e-mail servicing. I clicked on the e-mail inbox and saw that they were all from my friend Don, another fellow red head. He didn't have freckles, but he had the hair of a sheep. As in, he had dark red hair with large and small curls. He basically had hair like Baby from Dirty Dancing. The e-mails were like this:

Don: Yo Isaac, you got the notes for Algebra class?

Don: Isaac?

And the last one, my favorite:

Don: :Y

I couldn't leave Don in the water, so I responded:

Me: Don I have the notes, I'll give them to you before class starts.

Don: you have a copy machine?

Me: yeah?

Don: just copy the notes on the copier and give me the copies