JFGogh (SFW) Series Finale

Part 1; Just another morning

A room is dimly lit by the sunlight showing through the curtains by the window. The bed squeaks a little, and a low groan comes from JFK, who throws off his blankets and looks up at his ceiling mirror. Upon seeing his reflection, he smiles and winks.
"Looking good, hot shot!"
"Right back at ya, stud!" He'd reply to himself, as though he had a completely other self living inside of the mirror.
He gets up and yawns, stretching his arms then arching his back forwards a little. JFK would then make his way to a large, lightly wooded closet and pick out an outfit, which was his usual red and white striped polo shirt and some light khaki pants. He turns to the mirror beside his closet and combs his tall, brown hair and smiles. He finger guns at himself and flinches back in fear, then releasing a nervous chuckle and makes his way out of the room.
His fathers downstairs happily greet him and hand him some breakfast. JFK ignores the plate and continues his daily routine of brushing his teeth, grabbing his book bag and heading out the door to his red Lincoln Convertible. He adjusts the mirror and lets out a relieved breath, giving a light expression of sadness on his face.
"Just a-err-uh, 'nother morning." He says with his over the top American accent before driving off in the direction of his school, Clone High.
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The sound of quick footsteps would quickly scatter across the acacia wooded floor. Van Gogh would mutter a few inaudible things every now and then, making his way across his light blue painted room in a rush.
As usual, he sounded as if he were in a rush, even if he was completely on schedule. He would continue to adjust his head bandage and fix his red-orange hair flat.
"Okay, okay, you got this, just stay quiet. Quiet and alone. You'll be okay, you'll be okay..." He sounded worried as usual, since his anxiety always heavily kicked in during his mornings while getting ready for school.
After brushing off his dark, blue coat for the hundredth time, he brushed his teeth and grabbed his bag, then made his way out the door, his foster parents not even acknowledging his presence. He made his way to his bus stop and waited anxiously, whispering to himself;
"It's just another normal morning... Normal." He sighed and frowned, tightly hugging his bag for a sense of security.