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There was about three davekat stories I had. One called dump of Ideas. This is that. 

I awoke to the sound of my alarm beeping. I slowly sat up and looked around my messy room. There were my bros puppets everywhere, and katanas scattered across the room. My clothes still soaking wet from the night before. I stood up, and walked forward as I try to remember what had happened. Okay, so there was a back to school party that my bro threw, and I got thrown out in the rain. I trudge through the room with my long sleeved white shirt and red boxers. I got to the door and paused for a bit. I wonder if bro got any apple juice last night.

"AACCHHHOOO!!!" I sneezed unexpectedly. I wiped it with my sleeve and opened the door. I braced for a messy apartment, even messier than usual. But as I glanced around, it was all just the same. Puppets stuffed in the blender and microwave, little Cal chilling on the fridge. I walked over to little Cal to give him a fist pump, like bros do, but he moved before I could even give him one, but that's OK. Bro should be recovering after we spared last night. I was sick of his shit anyway.

I glanced in the fridge to see if we had any apple juice left. As it opened, more puppets and katanas flooded the room. Shit.... Guess I'll have to get some at school. I walked away from the fridge, leaving the pile of garbage on the ground. I look up to the attic, where my bro is. I tried to convince him yesterday to let me stay home, to take care of him, but of course, that didn't help my case. Since bro just locks himself in his room, only coming out for the bathroom, food, water, basically the essentials. I walked back to my room to get dressed. I half tripped on some puppets, but I ended up kicking them away.

I got dressed in the usual of a record t-shirt that's red, black, and white. I got my jeans on, and then started to look for some socks. I couldn't find any in my room, and the time was running out. I had to be at school by 7:45 and it was rounding 7:30. I walked out of my room, and stopped infront of bros attic. I tugged on the string, and down went a pile of puppets. I walked through the puppets, and into the attic. I knew that bro would be upset to see me, but I didn't care. We loved each other, and that's all that matters.

As I continued forward, I noticed that bro wasn't in his bed. I looked around to see if he had fallen off, but he didn't.

"Bro! Come out! I need you." With that, bro appeared like a ninja, but as far as that goes, I could never be him. I scolded him on not resting for a bit, but then asked where were some socks. He pointed to them, sipping a carton of apple juice. I lifted my hand, ready to speak, but he stopped me before I could ask.

"No, there is no more apple juice." He said in a gravely voice, so I guess the hangover got to him. I got the socks and walked to my room. I put on the socks and my shoes, which where red and black. I got my coat and backpack, and started to walk out the door. Bro stopped infront of me, holding a katana.

"Bro, I can't bring katanas to school. They'll expell me." I tried to warn bro I couldn't take it, but he wouldn't listen. I ended up putting it in my backpack. I know it may sound crazy for a backpack, but it's not that big. It's an artifact my bro got when he was little. It could take a person, and still looks the same.

As I put my hand on the handle, I stopped. I forgot my sunglasses. I rushed back to my room, and on my dresser, were my sunglasses. I quickly grabbed them and rushed out of the door.

It was a foggy morning, and really damn cold. I checked on my phone how cold it was, and it turned to be 28°F. I tried to walk fast since it was 7:38 right now. And who wants to be late to school? I know I don't. I speed walked through the neighborhood, since the school was only a 5 minute walk. But as I glanced around, I noticed someone else was running towards the school. I didn't get a good look, but I noticed they dropped something. I walked over to the other side of the street to see what it was. It seemed to be a phone with the zodiac Cancer sign. I decided to hold on to it, untill I find them.

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