It's How You Play The Game

Chapter Two

Okay, so before you read please note that the character Ian might be offensive and I'm sorry for that. ): Im just trying to get the perspective and right mood off to show Ian's personality. In a part he comments on a guy wearing makeup, and please understand i personally have NOTHING against that. :) 

OKAY. Now..

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Chapter Two

View: Ian

Date: September Seventh

Okay, either I get a new alarm clock…or this one eventually will end up through the wall. I mean, was this beeping sound scientifically designed to piss people off? I think if I had the choice between being eaten alive by a shark, and sitting in a room with this alarm clock going off non-stop for a day straight- I’d pick being eaten alive by the shark.

“Shit.” My eyes were still closed as I threw a pillow at my alarm clock. 

It was the first day of school, and I was now officially a junior in high school. Oh yeah. Two cool points for Ian!

Rolling my eyes I got up from my bed, which always seemed ten times more comfortable at six in the morning.

I grabbed a towel and headed towards my bathroom.

I loved showers. With the whole promising warm water and shampoo that always smelled good, but I knew it was a bad idea to take showers in the morning for the exact reason that I wouldn’t want to get out.

I sighed after a few minutes of letting the warm water run down my back and got out of the shower to walk over to my bathroom mirror.

I toweled down my drenched dark hair, and walked back into my room to find clothes.

I put on the first thing I saw, which was a black and dark purple flannel plaid shirt where the sleeves went to my elbow, and a dark pair of skinny jeans.

I shook my hair some more, hoping it would dry a little before I got to school.

I grabbed my black backpack out of the corner of the floor, where it had remained all summer. Not surprising that I had all the things from my sophomore year still in there.

I threw out all the random folders and crumbled up papers that I hadn’t bothered looking at last year and replaced it with a new pencil and a notebook. I probably needed binders and all that fancy stuff.

Eh. Close enough.

“What the…?” I looked out my window to see the bus pulling up to the front of my house.

“Shit, already?” I made a face.

I walked down the stairs to where my two little brothers, little sister, older brother, and mom were sitting.

“Oh, Ian your bus is already here? Have a good first day!” My mom looked up at me with a smile.

“Purple is for girls!” My little brother, Jonah, looked up at me from his cereal bowl.

“Oh? You have a problem with girls? Speak again and I’ll make you a girl,” I gave him a death look while opening my front door.

“Ian! Don’t talk like that!” My mom scowled.

I smirked to myself as I shut the door behind me and walked to my bus.

I’ve had the same bus driver since freshman year. I was surprised she was actually still here. She hadn’t retired yet? Or what I should say; she hadn’t died yet?