Dual Devilment

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Adrian's P.O.V

Adrain Karter Wright

Hi, my name is Adrian (obviously) and if you're reading this... um stop. I most definitely did not give you permission to read this, SO MIND YOUR OWN DAMN BUSINESS. thank you.

I wrote this in a new lined journal. It was pretty, black faux leather with off white paper and an elastic strap that held it closed. I should be getting up for school in roughly 3 hours, and I have not gotten a bit of sleep. I suppose my mothers insomniac ways were genetic. I tossed my new journal and the pen I was writing with on the floor beside my bed and shut off my lamp. "O' three, thirty-six. Tomorrow is gonna be a hell of a day." I said to nobody in particular. I was trying to relax, I knew there was no use. I was bound to pass out in half an hour, no sooner.

It only took hitting my snooze button about 7 times to wake me up this morning. I think that's a new record. Waking up was sometimes hard, but once I was up, I was up. I was pretty quick to get ready. Get up, brush my teeth, wash my face, deodorant get dressed, body spray, shoes. Before I leave my house I grab something small to eat. I am a man of schedule.

« I need to go to the store for some groceries, could you please leave some cash on the counter. » I scrawled this on a note pad and ripped it off. I sat the note on the top of the coffee maker where my mother was sure to see when she woke up. I grabbed one of the last apples from the bag on the counter. Then, I left the house and started my walk to the school. On the way I stopped at a convenience store and bought a can of tea. By the time I was at school I was completely awake, like always. I found myself lucky enough to have all my core classes in the morning this year. This means, that I have the morning to work while I'm still focused and awake and the afternoons to relax with easy classes. This also means that I shared most of my morning classes with the vocational students that left after they ate lunch.

My first four periods were a breeze, sitting on my phone the whole time my teachers lectured their classes. I worked on whatever they gave me in class, and usually finished it early. Whatever I didn't finish would be finished during lunch or the next day in class, unless it was some sort of project. Lunch was always boring for me.

Our lunch was 75 minutes, and it was extremely lame. During that time I would do whatever work I had to, which usually didn't take too long. I would also eat, most of the time it was something light, unless I was oddly hungry, which happens sometimes. After that I usually had 45 to 30 minutes of lunch left. All that extra time is cool if you have friends, but I don't.

The rest of the day was always quick, and easy, I often didn't even notice the time pass. The last classes always seemed to blur. After the bell rung at the end of the day, I was gone. I didn't use my locker so I was quick to head out. I was usually home before any of the busses even left. But, this time was different.