○•●Third Person's P.O.V ●•○
|8:16|
It was a beautiful sunday, clouds have gathered pouring water downwards. Raindrops splattered in every window(not apple=w=), blocking the sun, school in UnderHigh will start tomorrow at exactly 7:30. Fresh was watching the raindrops fall and splatter on his bedroom window. He was organizings his things for school tomorrow until the rain started to pour, he stopped watching it hit the window then slide down. He smiled, the rain makes him sleep all the time, yet it helped him through his discomfort and nightmares.
He continued organizing his stuff, every notebook should be on the same as the scheduled time yet place, every book should meet the same as the notebooks but some are in the locker. Properly place the 2 packs of his favourite brand of coloring pencils, neatly arrange ballpens, erasers and pencils inside the pencil box/bag. Carefully place all his short and long bondpapers inside a long envelope(bags), coloring, construction, art papers, lesson plans, folders, a ruler, a protractor set, and the student manual should be inside.
Once he was done, he started to iron his clothes. It was a teal plaid shirt, blue pants and knee socks. After ironing he cleaned his shoes until it was neat to look at. He got everything in place, yet he feels like something is missing. He tried to think but nothing would come in his mind. But he shrugged it off, it come back somehow right?
He put all his stuff away, then started to type YouTube on chrome. He typed his favorite song and played it. While it plays, Fresh walked over his desk and grabbed his sketchpad from the shelf above him. He started sketching a random figure until his phone vibrated from his pocket of his pants. He picked up only to have touch the hang up button, he slightly cursed(being innocent, he didn't).
He called the person back, however the person didn't respond but hung up too. 'I call them back later' he thought fo himself. Reminding himself to call them again or hang up later. Fresh was glued to his phone and didn't realize the time that has passed. And to be more informative...
He lives alone.
In an apartment, he pays monthly. So that means his pay check is given to him at the end of the month too. Well, if you all read the last chapter of *ahem* little things, you already knew what it is. But if some of you forgot, you could either exit the story and read it again or exit the application, walk over the nearest corner and think about what you have done in life.
So. If you are wondering..
Why is he working?
Well to explain the better, Althee hired someone to take care of him because of personal readons she had to take care of and would last about a few years to fix and solve. In result to having her to hire someone who could take care of him for she cares for him so much, but apparently.
Fresh was suppose to meet up with that 'person' she hired at the airport to pick them up but to her dismay.The person didn't show up.
What a disgrace. Hired to take care of someone and didn't show up. Talk about gambling and being a theft(which supposedly is not going to be in here. Only angst. Yes angst..and feels). However, the person was late and didn't know what to do. So if whatever the reason, the person is fired.
|2:23|
Fresh realized it was 2:23 at noon. He quickly dashed to his 'mini' kitchen and cook something he can eat, but to him. He found none. Only 2 boxes of pancake mix were found in his upper cabinet, and a few condiments in his bottom cabinet. Luckily, he has a mini fridge. With not that much food but it was worth it.
He took out 2 slices of bread, 1 piece of ham, 1 tomato, 2 leaves of cabbage and some mayonnaise. He took time trying to make his sandwich, because he was an amateur cook and rarely cooked at the time due to him being focused on studies other than his health. Poor little cinnamon roll.
After eating his sandwich, he continued on doing some stuff in his phone.
He was in instagram, looking at some posts and watching some videos. He liked them all, just because he was bored.#caturday
#feelingblessed
#lol
#hashtagThese Hashtags is what he had seen so far, that included some videos and funny posts. He was quite intrigued with cats, and funny pictures. It just makes his day a little more better. As for the #hashtag ones, they were completely no life, because he needs a life. Yet It was relatable :P.
Feeling blessed would make him feel motivated has if he was the one being blessed there. One hashtag of it would certainly kick him off bed.This is what he'd do if he doesn't even know what to do with his time, so he spends it with Hashtags. Its not just something to make his day, but something that feels relation with and a feeling that he would get that someday, y'know what I mean?
So if all of you here reading this one forsaken book, i'll tell you this.
These makes me feels the same way too.
Cuz it's relatable.
This would usually do, because first things first in the morning to kick start your day to a inspirational one. If ya' ever wonder off one day, you realize What you are meant for. Even when it means to the first things you learned in life would actually take you there and you'll realize it.
But who knows?
Buy its what I like to do first.
#firstthingsfirst
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