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Gregory Bong, Son of Laura and Stan Bong. 6 ft 2. Realist. Strong feeler of feelings, but very good at hiding that.

"Oh my fucking gosh! Couldn't I have just died in my sleep?" He stops his phones alarm which is titled "If I survive, I shall awaken"

"I'm tired of dragging myself through these restless days of life. Things will never  change. People will never matter"

Making his way to the bathroom. Gregory continued to recite his negative mantra to himself

After brushing his teeth and pulling his short town hair all to the back he heads to the kitchen. He prefers hot cereal (oatmeal, cream of wheat,etc) over cold (Froot Loops, Frosted Flakes)

As he reaches in the pantry for two packs of instant oatmeal he scrapes his stomach on the corner of the door to the pantry.

"We'll that makes 24 bruised for my bodies collection" he says grabbing the packs of oatmeal and moving towards the microwave where he prepares his oatmeal to make,

Gregory has dealt with way more than an 18 year old should ever have to deal with. Ed has fought so many battles in his lifetime that shouldn't have happened. It is a miracle that he is still living.

He heads back to his bedroom where he plays "Meant to live" by Switchfoot as he throws on his apparel for the day: a tee shirt, a hoodie to put over his tee shirt. All black except for his trainers that he wore so much that should have been white but are now this cream color, and still he refused to take them off,

These shoes had such history. Sort of like a souvenir from his rough journey Hell and back to less horrid reality. They were the show he ran for his life in when he was about to get shot by his drunken father. Also the shoes that he killed his father for laying his hands on his mom too many times in. He even won his school race in 8th grade with the trainers. They were quite worn, but so was he.

And so, in the most reluctant way possible Gregory headed towards jail, skateboard in hand. He did not expect for anyone to initiate any conversation with him because no one ever did, and because he didn't do well with those who actually did speak first. He was quite smart in school but his grades weren't where they could be be because he never participates in class.

Gregory eased through his academics so effortlessly that it drove the hard working students ,with no where near his results, crazy!

This is where Catherine,a rival of Gregory's from freshman year to now senior year. Her skin was pallor, with naturally brunette hair that she wore in a low ponytail, and was secretly two timing her boyfriend with a student she "tutored voluntarily "

"Bong! Why is it that you just waltz in here, never raise a hand in class and get the highest scores in the class. Cheating will only get you so far"

"Then I guess you could say my work is Clayton and I'm you? Since you're y'know cheating on him?"

This is one of many reasons why Gregory has no friends, he has a Masters in Douchebagism

Catherine glanced over at her now dumbfounded boyfriend, and repositioned her self in her seat gluing her yes to the ground to hide her flushing red cheeks, and watery eyes.

The bell rang and he headed for lunch indifferently. Same table, same people, same same same...

Gregory walked down the stare well with such indifference. As I he hadn't had a care in the world when in reality he was the most emotional. I guess one would say he had become immune to his depression it had become like a companion to him. It walked with him everywhere he went and showed itself in the way he spoke an in the way he is anything at all.

"It" by Steven King was the latest of his literary adventures and he had been enjoying it quite well. No one ever spoke to him so he pretty much sat alone. Who wouldn't seize such an opportunity to listen to music?? But whenever he read he found that his usual rock and alternative music distracted him from his reading so instead he listened to jazz. Gregory loved jazz more than any other genre of music. Why because it wasn't as boring as classical, but not as obnoxious as dubstep. It was a lovely confluence between the two.

Then Gregory noticed a girl who wore a messy bun, and had an olive skin tone. She had a swagger that was quite bubbly, in contrast to Gregory who was very lackadaisical towards pretty much everything. She plopped herself down in the seat next to  him, and Gregory was almost instantly annoyed.

Why must she be so happy? Why must she exist..?

She attempts to make conversation with Gregory for a while, and he had to admit that she was far more persistent than most, and she even  responded to all of his ruse retorts to her innocent efforts to befriend him. It's been a while since ANYONE has asked how he  ANYTHING it was something.. Things have been so hard since he lost all his parents and had been living in a house that his Aunt Deborah pays for. His energy while livin with her had been so hard to deal with that she had to put aside funds to buy him his own place to stay, Where she checks in with him from time to time. She was actually suppose to be coming over today...

Gregory continued his remaining classes for the day, and headed straight home. As he skated he began to think about his encounter at lunch.

Why would she even have the audacity to apporach me today ? Does she not know how mean I am? Why doesn't she stay away like everyone else ? she was pretty cute though. Her face was just so adorable when she screwed her face at me, and walked away.

He arrived at his home to find his aunt in front of the  with some grocery bags in front of her. He rushed to open the door, and then help her take the bags in. Gregory wasn't always the nicest person but when it came to his aunt he always tried to be as respectful as possible because she didnt have to any of this for him. She didnt have to put up with his behavior but she did. Just like the girl that approached him at lunch.... He may never understand why these people were so kind to him.