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"THEEEO!" A high-pitched voice interrupted Theo's dreams. He kept his eyelids shut and stayed silent, hoping his sister would go away.
"I know you're awake, Theo."
He sat up with a groan, flinging the duvet off of his body, "How'd you know?"
"'Cus you snore when you sleep. Hurry up and make me breakfast!" Bianca Clarke jumped up onto Theo's bed, causing the springs to snap loudly.
"Fine, fine. Just get your fat arse off of my bed." The boy ran a hand through his blonde hair. Bianca grinned, flashing her teeth before running to the door.
He reluctantly pulled on some clothes before heading off into the kitchen, his eyes half-shut as he squinted against the morning light. Sending a scowl in Bia's direction, he opened a cabinet and pulled out his sister's favorite breakfast snack: Poptarts.
"You're gonna get diabetes, Bia." He watched as the girl waved a disregarding hand in his face, peeling away the wrapper and biting into the pastry.
"It's worth it," Bianca answered, crumbs spewing from her mouth. Theo made a coffee for himself, letting it sit as he went to get changed. His room was just like any other teenager's: clothes littered the ground, his homework was strewn about, and his duvet was hanging off the messy bed.
He'd emptied his backpack the night before and stuffed the money in his super-secret hiding place so that his brother Franklin couldn't nab it. Theo rushed to stuff his homework back into the binders and his binders into his backpack before changing. His black jeans were a little short on him now, but they were the only ones that went with his worn grey shirt. He grabbed a beige cargo jacket on the way back into the kitchen where Bianca was zipping up her sparkly pink backpack, "You took your time." Theo frowned at the remark.
"What're you talking about? We're early." Bianca snickered a bit before pointing to the clock behind her. The hand clearly pointed at the bold number 12.
"Say, doesn't your class start at 8:05? And doesn't it take you like 10 minutes to walk there?" Bianca tapped her chin as if she was deep in thought before giggling maniacally at Theo's panicked face.
"Oh, fuck," The boy mumbled as he lunged forward, grabbing the coffee mug and downing it so fast he nearly choked, "I'm never buying you Poptarts again!"
Bianca's jaw fell open in protest, but she didn't have time to say anything because her brother was already rushing towards the front door of their apartment, "You're bus is leaving soon, don't be late, yeah? You can walk back home from school by yourself as punishment, bye!" It all came out in one breath as Theo slammed the door shut.
There were always consequences for being late to school, but Theo didn't really care about the serious ones. In all honesty, the boy barely cared about school at all, only doing the minimal amount of work required to pass as a B average student. No, what Theo really worried about was running into a particular asshole student named Flash Thompson. Theo's fears were confirmed as he shoved open the doors to Midtown School of Science and Technology, panting heavily, the morning broadcast already begun on the TV above him.
