Beep
Beep
Beep
A fist slammed down on an alarm clock, it's beeping dying off in scared submission under the hand. A gruff grumble emerged from the heap of blankets that laid over a old and squeaky mattress. The person underneath the covers did a lame stretch of the limbs outward before sitting up with a growling yawn. A couple smacking of the lips and the male sat up from his bed to wonder towards his disheveled dresser, the drawers were sticking out with stuffed in clothes and forgotten homework to never be seen or heard from again.
He took a glance at the drawers and decided it took too much work to try and pry open the dresser for the clothes inside and decided to grab the leather jacket he usually wore from the floor. Slinging the article over his grey pajama shirt. The male then pulled on yesterday's pair of jeans and did a stroll to the bathroom. He gave an eye to the stubble that's started to accumulate around his chin and jaw. He then grabbed a toothbrush that looked a few too many years past retirement and squeezed the middle of the toothpaste tube lazily to get some of that breath saving gel onto the brush.
After less than a minute of sloppy brushing the boy spit and took a handful of the running tap water to get the last remnants of toothpaste out of his mouth. Coming up from spitting in the sink he looked at the black bed head he had going on and shrugged, taking a blue hat and throwing it over the top of his head. His hand going up to flick the yellow puff ball on the top of the hat with a satisfied smirk.
"Craig Tucker!" A womanly voice screamed from above him.
The male rolled his eyes and pointed his head towards the ceiling. "That's me."
"Are you ready for school yet? You're going to be late!" His mother yelled through the floor again.
Craig came out of the bathroom towards the stairs of the basement to trek up them, kicking various empty cans he had left around out of his way as he walked. "Sounds good to me."
His mother opened the basement door to see her son dressed not to impress and groaned. "You look great today."
The boy smiled a wicked smile, taking the flaps of his jacket to open it up and fully show the grey shirt he wore underneath. The slightly tattered shirt that was on the edge of fashionable and trash, held some questionable stains that only added to his pitiful. "Don't I always?"
"Just go to school already." The woman then turned from the door to grab her purse and keys. "No skipping today."
Craig shrugged and walked towards the front door where he leaves his backpack every time he comes home from school, not bothering to open it or learn its contents. The keys to his beat up truck rattling in the front pocket of the dingy bag as he picked it up.
He stepped out the front door with a deep breath and smirked as he walked to his truck. "Ol' reliable."
The vehicle was on it's last legs, the rust around the rims of the tires showing it's age like the rings of a tree. The passenger side rear view mirror holding on with the last screw of a millennia and the mirror having a crack that ran through like a lighting bolt. The dark-red rusting color of the truck clouding in the morning's sun, not a single shine to be shone anywhere on the car.
The keyed in name of Sarah making it's way over the driver's door, letting Craig reminisce in the line of scornful lovers that he has left behind. Remembering the current girl he has fixated his attention on, not for the hope of a long everlasting marriage, but for the hopes of quick intercourse.
Turning the keys of the car causing the truck to cough and choke before it could finally hum out its reluctant acceptance to drive.
