Seto's POV
Today was the day. The day that every kid between the ages of 10-17 fear- The first day of school... At least, that's the way I felt as I got out of bed. Well, more like lazily rolled out of bed, but you get the idea.
I could already tell that most of the other kids were up, because they had no regard for peace and quiet, even if it was still around 5:30 in the morning(which I admit isn't very early, but a teenager and sleep go hand-in-hand, right?)
Anyway, I groaned, blinking away whatever small parts of sleep that were still in me before getting out of bed. Well, more like rolling out of bed, but you get what I mean. My room was still as clean as ever, except for the few books that lay half opened and scattered on the floor. I yawned, stretched, and blindly walked over to the closet, where I decided to just wear a pair of jeans, a black shirt, and a hoodie- pretty much what I always wear. I grabbed my phone-which was completely silly because no one ever texts/calls me anyway, because #ForeverAlone- as well as some headphones, and walked out the door.
I almost wished I didn't walk out the door, to be honest. People were rushing around, combs were literally flying (again, I live with a bunch of magical beings, so no surprise there) and the voices were anything but hushed. Girls were running around brushing their hair as if there was no tomorrow, and little mark looked probably like I did- just woken up. I sighed, dodged a flying hairpin that could have done some serious damage if I had moved a second later, and snuck into the bathroom where I messily did my hair and teeth and all that stuff. I snuck out of the bathroom, before anyone really noticed me, and bounded down the steps, two at a time. Rosa was watching some reality TV, though she could barely hear it with all the racket that was echoing though the home. She looked back at me, nodded warmly, and went back to her reality TV.
I grabbed an apple, put on my shoes, and grabbed my black and purple backpack (no shocker there about what color my backpack is though) and walked towards the door, that I made open and close my having to scream runic at them (which also accidentally slammed open and closed most of the doors in the house, which scared most of the other kids into a better quiet. I had to walk to school, because I
1; didn't want to bug anyone to drive me
2: needed the exercise
3: did not trust myself behind the wheel of any car.
At this point, I took out my phone/headphones and played some Blink 182 music, walking out of the ally as the sun started to rise into the sky.
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Brice's POV
I was startled into being awake by my alarm blaring in my ear. I always forgot how loud it was, every single damn morning of-
Oh crap! School starts today!
I literally bounded out of bed, grabbing a pair of jeans and a plain tee shirt and putting them on hurriedly. It was already 6;00 and school starts at 6:35.
I could tell that today was going to be a pretty horrible day for me. Like, you know how some people can read emotions by looking at your eyes? Well, just by what happens in the first thirty seconds of waking up could tell me what was going to happen today (which was as close to being as magical as Jess was...)
Speaking of Jess, I hope she wasn't already in the bathroom... As I bolted around the corner, I couldn't believe my luck. I instantly ran in, locked the door, and messily did my hair, brushed my teeth, the works. I was out of there in about fifteen minutes.
Yeah, there was no way that I was going to make it in time...
I ran downstairs, ignoring breakfast-much to the discontent of my grumbling stomach- slipped on my shoes, and grabbed my backpack that I'd packed the night before, before running outside and getting into my car. Luckily, my phone and my keys were in my pocket, and I turned the ignition and drove out in the direction of the road, hoping and praying that there would be no traffic as old songs blared on the radio.
7 minutes later, I pulled out into the Everlost High parking lot, where, like me, other teens were starting to pull in. I noticed a lot of old faces from last year, like the kids who I shared Art with and my AP French Class friends who I often cheated off of.
The bell rang, and all the kids who had been mulling around aimlessly like a pack of phone-using zombies (myself included) shuffled towards the entrance.
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Seto's POV
It was funny, how I left early, and walked to school, and still beat about half of the other teenagers here. As soon as I got to school, I took out a few books from my backpack and started to read. No one noticed me because I was trying my hardest not to get noticed...
Most of the teens started arriving around a minute or two before the gates rang, and watching from my point of seclusion around the gates, I felt like some character in The Walking Dead watching as a horde of zombies came shuffling out around the front area of the school, waiting for the gates to open and for torture to begin. I didn't recognize anyone, and hopefully no one recognized me...
As the bell struck, and the gates opened, everyone started to shuffle towards the door. I closed my books and waiting a few second before getting up and joining the mob. Luckily, not many people went here, because Everlost was a somewhat small town, but it was still enough people to make me feel pretty short.
As I joined in the mob, I felt someone run into me as they probably tried to catch up with their friends. Books were scattered and I was glad that I was one of the last people to have been in the mob. I swore in runic, getting on my knees to gather up the loose papers and books that had been scattered. It wasn't easy, because of the cast and all, and whenever I got most of the stuff back in place my broken arm would seem to refuse to hold everything and I would drop the papers, scattering them once again.
"Well, you look like you could use some help." I froze. I knew that voice.
"N...No... I'm fine..." I sighed- anyone that could see would know that I was indeed not fine and could use some help. The other person got on their knees and grabbed some of the papers that had scattered, and gathering them into a straight pile. I frowned, why was he helping me?
"Here you go, Seto" he handed me the stack of paper and books, waiting as I grabbed them with my good hand and deposited them into my backpack. I pulled my hoodie closer to myself, running my now-free hand through my messy hair that I hadn't had time to brush.
"T...Thanks, Brice...” I looked over at him, slinging my backpack over my shoulder and standing. He smiled a small smile and shrugged;
"We're friends, right? Friends help each other, from what I recall..." I rolled my eyes and turned away, probably to hide the faint blush that had crept up my face. I was probably late now.
"Yeah, well, thanks..." I replied, mentally slapping myself for being so horrible with conversation.
He sighed, from what I heard, and walked over to me as I walked, matching my pace as he looked over his schedule. I had already studied mine, but that didn't stop me from looking over at his a little as we walked. We both had the same introductory classes, where we would be told the rules and other useless stuff that no one was going to follow anyway for about an hour. I was kind of relieved and partly giddy that we had the same class together; I don't know why, though.
From what I saw, we both also shared a lot of our AP classes, which once again made me feel slightly giddy. He noticed that I was looking over at his schedule and looked at me.
I spoke before he had a chance to, though- "Brice, I know you said we're friends, but, are we really? I don't even know you very well..." I shrugged, running a hand through my hair (which was a nervous habit, mind you). He frowned.
"Well, if we aren't friends, then I wouldn't have stopped to help you back there..." He offered me a small sly smile and I rolled my eyes.
"Okay, we are friends, then, but only because you helped me back there." I replied, and he chuckled lightly before going back to his list.
Maybe this day wasn't going to be so bad after all...
