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Jayden groaned as he heard his phone going off near his head. He had managed to ignore the first alarm but the second one completely pulled him from sleep. Reluctantly, he opened his eyes and looked around his empty room before his eyes fell on the source of his exasperation. He opened his phone and sighed as his steel blue gaze fell on the time. School had started again, as much as he had hoped that the summer would last forever. At least this was his last year. That thought was only a small comfort as he rolled over in his bed, desperate for a few more hours of sleep.
Another groan escaped him as he dropped his phone back into the mass of blankets that had accumulated in the night. Jayden stood and walked to his adjoining bathroom. His first stop was the mirror. It was an awful habit but he refused to break it. He always seemed to look rough, like he had been to hell and back overnight, but he supposed that was due to the unknown amount of drugs in his system at any time. Tearing his gaze from his own image in the mirror, he climbed into the shower.
Once he felt like he was fully awake, he stepped out and wrapped a towel around himself, making his way to the closet. His closet was a little large for his tastes but it was mostly used as storage. He had never put much thought into what he wore but he kept his closet highly organized all the same. The jeans were neatly stacked by color and the shirts hung in order by color and, within that, sleeve length. It was one of the few things he was overly neat about. Without giving it much thought, he decided on a pair of dark jeans and a long sleeved blue shirt. At least it would look like he tried a little. He slid on his shoes and walked back into the bathroom. After taming his hair and brushing his teeth, he grabbed his already packed bag and made it downstairs into the kitchen. It was empty but there was evidence that his parents had already passed through. The scent of too strong coffee still lingered.
Jayden had never eaten much and even now, he wasn't hungry. His mom worried from time to time but got caught up in other matters so quickly that it never mattered. He drank a glass of orange juice, using it to take the pills that would keep him on the brink of high and sober. The feeling wasn't entirely satisfying but it made sure he could still carry out a conversation properly. Finding nothing else he needed to do, he walked out of the house and closed the door behind him. His car waited for him in the long driveway. In his opinion, his car was one of the few perks of being rich. He slid into the seat of his black Camaro and cranked it, enjoying the purr. With one last look at his house, he backed out of the drive and drove the short distance to school.
Pulling into the still filling parking lot of the school, he was more than a little surprised to see he actually made it on time. Jay had made a habit of showing up late last year when he bothered to show up at all. He couldn't help but think of it as a good omen for the coming year. He stepped out of his car and made his way into the office for his schedule. The woman behind the desk scowled at him but he didn't pay much attention. Most of the staff of the school thought the same thing about him: he was simply a no good burnout. Sadly, they weren't too far from the truth. He glanced down at his schedule and smiled when he saw that he had art to start with. Mr. Foster happened to be one of the few teachers that Jayden got along with. Jayden briefly considered going to the art room early but decided against it. There was still time to kill and there were people to see so instead, he stepped out into the crowded hall full of people being much too loud.
Another groan escaped him as he dropped his phone back into the mass of blankets that had accumulated in the night. Jayden stood and walked to his adjoining bathroom. His first stop was the mirror. It was an awful habit but he refused to break it. He always seemed to look rough, like he had been to hell and back overnight, but he supposed that was due to the unknown amount of drugs in his system at any time. Tearing his gaze from his own image in the mirror, he climbed into the shower.
Once he felt like he was fully awake, he stepped out and wrapped a towel around himself, making his way to the closet. His closet was a little large for his tastes but it was mostly used as storage. He had never put much thought into what he wore but he kept his closet highly organized all the same. The jeans were neatly stacked by color and the shirts hung in order by color and, within that, sleeve length. It was one of the few things he was overly neat about. Without giving it much thought, he decided on a pair of dark jeans and a long sleeved blue shirt. At least it would look like he tried a little. He slid on his shoes and walked back into the bathroom. After taming his hair and brushing his teeth, he grabbed his already packed bag and made it downstairs into the kitchen. It was empty but there was evidence that his parents had already passed through. The scent of too strong coffee still lingered.
Jayden had never eaten much and even now, he wasn't hungry. His mom worried from time to time but got caught up in other matters so quickly that it never mattered. He drank a glass of orange juice, using it to take the pills that would keep him on the brink of high and sober. The feeling wasn't entirely satisfying but it made sure he could still carry out a conversation properly. Finding nothing else he needed to do, he walked out of the house and closed the door behind him. His car waited for him in the long driveway. In his opinion, his car was one of the few perks of being rich. He slid into the seat of his black Camaro and cranked it, enjoying the purr. With one last look at his house, he backed out of the drive and drove the short distance to school.
Pulling into the still filling parking lot of the school, he was more than a little surprised to see he actually made it on time. Jay had made a habit of showing up late last year when he bothered to show up at all. He couldn't help but think of it as a good omen for the coming year. He stepped out of his car and made his way into the office for his schedule. The woman behind the desk scowled at him but he didn't pay much attention. Most of the staff of the school thought the same thing about him: he was simply a no good burnout. Sadly, they weren't too far from the truth. He glanced down at his schedule and smiled when he saw that he had art to start with. Mr. Foster happened to be one of the few teachers that Jayden got along with. Jayden briefly considered going to the art room early but decided against it. There was still time to kill and there were people to see so instead, he stepped out into the crowded hall full of people being much too loud.
