Colorful Lies and Broadcasted Illusions (Communications Fanfic) - Slow updates

Morning Routine

Beep Beep Beep Beep

Kennith slowly opened his eyes, the light filtering through his curtains. He propped himself up on his elbow, turning off his alarm clock. It read 5:46. Kennith forced himself to sit all the way up, rubbing his face and running a hand through his hair.

He cracked his neck and back. He ripped the covers off of him, a threw his legs over the edge of his bed. He sat there for a minute, not wanting to leave. He wanted to go back to sleep. He didn't want to get up. He didn't want to do anything.

Kennith slid off his bed, standing up fully. He stretched his arms, and let out a yawn. He had been up almost all night doing repairs on an Epson Elf. (Epson Elfs were pocket colour TV's that came out in 1984. Look it up) He opened his bedroom door and headed towards the bathroom that was across the hallway.

He closed the bathroom door behind him, turning on the light as he did so. He brushed his teeth a washed his face. He exited the bathroom, only to go back inside to use the toilet. Once done, he washed his hands, flushed, turned off the light, and left the bathroom.

Kennith entered his room, it was an organized mess. Nothing was on his floor, but his desk and dressers were littered with different things. He peeked out his curtains to see what the weather was like. It was slightly raining.

Kennith opened one of his drawers and pulled out a pair of black skinny jeans. He placed them on his bed and opened another drawer to pull out a shirt. He pulled out a dusty blue T-shirt button-up. He grabbed his black belt, a pair of black socks, and his converse.

He took off his pajamas and put his shirt on. Followed by his shirt, then his jeans. He tucked in his shirt, putting his belt on once his shirt was comfortably tucked in. He put his socks and shoes on. Kennith opened his closet door to see an array of different sweaters, coats, and cardigans.

He pulled out an old, baggy, black cardigan. He threw it on, and closed his closet door. He looked at the person standing in the full-length mirror that was resting on his floor. He grabbed a spray bottle and his brush and started tearing through the knots in his curly hair. He brushed his hair over his eyes, only to quickly move it out of the way.

He got down on his knees and pulled out a small, pink make-up bag. It only had a few items, such as mascara, lip gloss, eyeshadow, and an eyebrow brush. He quickly put on some natural make-up, as to not fuel the bullying he was already experiencing. He brushed his hair back over his eye, and just like that, he was ready for school.

Kennith grabbed his bag that was sitting by his closed, bedroom door. He grabbed a small pack of tools, and the Epson Elf that he was fixing. He grabbed a mixtape he had made, his SONY Walkman, and put them in his bag.

He zipped his denim bag up and, carrying it by the handle, opened his door, and walked to the kitchen. His mother was already in there, most likely making coffee for Kennith's father. Kennith pulled out a chair from the small table the was in the kitchen. Kennith's mother, who was startled by the sudden noise, quickly turned around to see who it was.

She let out a sigh of relief when she saw it was her son. "Mor- AHEM" Kennith cleared his throat. "Morning, Mom," Kennith said, as he twiddled with his thumbs. "Good morning." She replayed, not bothering to turn around. It hurt Kennith to see the lack of disinterest his mom was showing. "What are you doing?" He asked. "What I do every morning, Kennith. Making your father's coffee." Her voice came out flat.

Kennith nodded his head, though he knew she couldn't see it. His mind was filling up with worry, and thoughts of dread. He worried about what his mother would think, or do if he kept pressing for them to communicate. "D-Did I tell you that, um, I got an uh, n-ninety-"

"Kennith, please!" His mother raised her voice, as she span around to look at Kennith. Causing him to jump slightly. "Don't stutter! And quite saying 'um'! It makes you sound retarded!" She lectured. Kennith looked down at his lap and nodded his head. "Sorry." He muttered.

His mom rolled her eyes, turning around to continue making the coffee. "Did I tell you that I got a ninety-seven on my chemistry test?" Kennith gave a little smile. "That's nice." She muttered in response. Kennith's smile instantly faded away after hearing the disinterest in his mother's voice.

Kennith could hear the sound of a door being closed, making his head perk up to see where it came from. He instantly shook his head and dismissed it as his father closing the door to his bedroom.

Kennith put his elbow on the table, rubbing the back of his neck. "Hey! Kenman!" His father exclaimed, in a rather loud voice. He slapped Kennith on the back, making Kennith jump. "Why so jumpy, Ken?" His father asked, kissing his wife good morning. "Just one of those days, I guess." Kennith shrugged.

His dad hummed and nodded his head. He turned to his wife, "did you get my newspaper?"

"Yes, it's right behind you."

"Thank you. And my coffee?"

"Already made it. Would you like me to pour you a cup?"

"Yes, if you wouldn't mind."

Kennith sat at the table, silently judging his parents' relationship. 'Jeez, Dad. It's not the 50's. Get a clue.' Kennith thought to himself. His dad grabbed the newspaper that was sitting on the small island. He made his way to the table, pulling out a chair and sitting next to his son. "Kennith, do you want anything?"

"Hm? No, thank you." Kennith shook his head, resting his cheek on his fist. He crossed his legs, as he bit his lip. He had quite a bit of time since it never took him too long to get ready. Though on some occasions, it would take him over an hour - all depending on what he was getting ready for.

Kennith's father took notice of his son's crossed legs. "Kennith, don't cross your legs. You aren't a girl." Kennith's father said, never looking up from the paper he was reading. Kennith did as he was told, and uncrossed his legs. Instead, he crossed his ankles.

Kennith looked at the clock that resided on the wall. 6:37, it said. Kennith grabbed his bag by one of its straps and flung it over his shoulder. He stood up and started heading towards the front door. "Bye, Mom! Bye, Dad!" Kennith yelled as he opened the door. He stood in the door frame for a moment, waiting to hear a response from one of his parents.

After hearing nothing for two minutes, he gave up. "Bye, Kennith. Have a good day." He mumbled to himself. He shut the door behind him, careful to not slam it shut, though it was what he wanted to do. "I'm not a girl? Really, Dad?" Kennith asked.

He walked a few minutes to get to the bus stop. 'Shit! I forgot my money. Fuck!' Kennith's eyes widened as he came to the realization that he wouldn't have money for lunch. He sighed. He didn't mind, as he wouldn't have too deal with as much bullying as he normally would. He watched as different students filled the area around him.

'Mary'

'Jen'

'Mark'

Kennith started naming the students that he knew. He knew everyone. He wasn't friends with them though, they were more like customers to him. They all had some kind of issue with their electronics. So even if they didn't like Kennith, most of them didn't, they would go to him for help; since he had a fairly good reputation for being skilled with technology. 

He had recently started charging people for his services. Depending on what he was fixing, would determine how much they would pay him. Kennith continued to name the people around him.

'Luke'

'Karen'

'...Who's that'

Someone had caught Kennith's eye. More precisely, a girl had caught Kennith's eye. He had never seen her before. He knew the names of everyone at his bus stop, but he didn't know her name. She looked to be average height, from where Kennith was standing. She had long platinum blonde hair, almost white. She wore light blue jeans, white lace-up keds, and had on a bulky sweater that was a bright teal.