+Jacks POV+
BEEP!
BEEP!
BEEP!
BEEP!
My eyes snapped open. I groaned rolling over and turning off my alarm.
"5 more minut...es" I mumbled and curled back up under the covers, closing my eyes.
BEEP!
BEEP!
BEEP!
BEEP!
My eyes snapped back open angrily.
"I SAID FIVE MORE MINUTES!!" I growled and sat up.
I grabbed the stupid clock and hit the off button. Then I rolled back over and closed my eyes.
It was short lived before I heard-BEEP!
BEEP!
BEEP!
BEEP!
"Ughhhh FINE!!" I sat up and turned off the alarm again.
I sighed and got out of my creaky bed. I stood up and stretched with a yawn. I walked over to my closet and took a look at my wardrobe.
I would describe my wardrobe as flavorful. I pulled out my favorite purple hoodie and smiled. My favorite color is purple, always has been always will. I then snagged a pair of black skinny jeans to go with them from my dresser. This paired pants had ripped knees, they are also the pair that I had snagged one time jumping over a fence.
I stopped for a moment. Why do they even call it a pair of pants? I mean it's a single piece of clothing!
I shook my head. Thats America for you.
I changed out of my pjs into my clothes. I grabbed my checkered belt from my dresser and slipped it through my belt loops before I buckled it in front. Walking over to my backpack, I checked the bag, making sure everything I needed was there.
I slung the bag over my shoulder and walked to the door. I looked at myself in the the mirror and fixed my hair.
With that I slipped on my shoes and walked into the kitchen. We ran out of cereal yesterday so I settled for a pop tart. I checked the time, the bus should be here soon. I turned and tiptoed into living room where my father was sleeping on the torn sofa. He must have passed out there watching TV.
I held my breathe as I silently sneaked to my door. I opened the door and then jumped out quickly as the screen door creaked open.
I may be overreacting but I didn't want to be late nor deal with my hungover father.
I made it outside and caught the bus. The environment inside the bus reminded me of a jungle. All the mammals were screeching at each other. Some were eating, some were doing there hair, and others were flicking things. I sighed and walked towards the back of the bus when I saw Harley wave me over to sit next to her.
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+Bruce's POV+
I was staring out the window in class when the new kid sat next to me.
"Hey Bruce!" He chimed. I rolled my eyes. I don't want to talk to him.
Didn't he get that I didn't want to talk to him?
Why was he so happy?
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The New Kid (BatJokes!)
Fanfiction(Cover art not by me, credit to artisit!) It's Bruce Wayne's senior year in highschool and he has it all... Or at least that's what he thinks. But his world gets turned upside down when a new kid named Jack, transfers to his class. Will Jack and Br...
