B-9 chapter 1:
Aroma. Aroma awakens the senses, starting from your nose, and slithering its way to your taste buds. I can clearly smell the smokey baccon, sizzling in a frying pan. That's how I knew it was morning and time for my normal routine, school, and straight to practice. Martial arts to be exact. Not that I'm violent, or great at it, but I can hold my own.
I conjured up the energy to wake up, and slip on my black and red, chain studded trousers. Tossing my Jimi hendrix shirt on while stomping my way down the stairs and straight into the bathroom to brush my teeth.
"Chris! Time for breakfast!" My mom yelled.
"Comin, Gail!" I hollered back.
I call her that for as long as I could remember. Rarely do I call her "mom." It's not a rebel thing, more like an original idea of mine, cause I know I can get away with it.
I stumble on, attempting to put on my worn out boots. I can buy new ones ok? But what's the point? These work fine.
"Hurry Chris your food is getting cold!" She yelled again.
"Damn it Gail! I said I'm comin." I said under my breathe.
"what did you just say?" Giving me the evil eye. I stare at her.
"Nothing." I said while feeling intimidated.
"That's what I thought. Now go eat."
I slipped a slice of bacon into my mouth, and ran off, for the bus. My friends Ernie and Brittly waited for me in the corner.
"Dude, you look like a bowl of shit this morning." Ernie teased.
"what the hell man. Give him a break." Brittly came to my defense.
"Thanks Britt, but I got this one." I grabbed Ernie and put him in a headlock.
Brittly laughs as she held her hand over her mouth.
"Damn Ernie! You got your ass handed to you!" Brittly says as we all laugh.
Picking up his glasses off the grass, as he began after laughs. You know when someone refuses to stop chuckling. I patted his back as my way of showing no hard feelings. Usually I am never even remotely violent with my friends. Not even when we were horsing around.
"yeah this time I did." He admits, in defeat.
The long cheese bus pulls up from around the corner. Boy was I glad to see that bus. My day at school is gonna be a train wreck. Pretty shitty if I'm being honest.
"Get the fuck out!" I said as I pulled the kid out a seat I wanted.
Brittly sat next to me. Her seat was by the window. She tossed her legs onto my lap with a smile, her back to the window. I looked at her hazel eyes, and placed my hand on her thigh.
"Ditching home room again. You better come with me this time." She stated. As if I didn't remember. She constantly reminded me. For a week atleast.
"I know." I quickly replied.
The bus slowly stops at the next point picking up Devon and his hip hop crew. They come in and sat on the row next to me and the seat behind me.
"What's up whiteboy?" He said with scratchy, groggy laugh.
"Nothing." I don't really converse with this guy or his group but sometimes I use him for connections. I buy some weed off him sometimes.
"Need a dime bro? I gotcha back. I got a g on me now." He said as he patted his pocket.
