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L U C A //JINWON// K I M
- (OOC: Edited. You could just skip everything above the line since that was the morning)Luca's light brown eyes opened to the white ceiling that he was all too familiar with. Groaning slightly, he stopped when he could literally see his breath in the air. He suddenly realized that it was freezing, much below the average temperature of what a room at room temperature should be. Pulling his covers up to envelope him up to his shoulders, he rolled onto his side and stared out the door, his dyed red hair in his face. Flicking his eyes to the alarm clock in the corner, his eyes searched around for a couple seconds. Oh yeah. My alarm clock's bogus. It had broken a couple days ago, randomly, most likely due to a shortage of battery acid. Unwillingly stretching his hand out, he grabbed his cellphone frozen against his desktop and flipped it open, looking at the brightly illuminated numbers on the dark black screen. 7:10. Great. He still had an hour before school started, and now he couldn't go back to sleep. It was still cold, and he quickly snuck his hand back into the warm, body heat repelling covers. It was so warm, he nearly fell back into sleep, when suddenly loud music blasted through the crack in his door from the room to the west of his. First thing that hit him was: what the hell was that? I should go see. The second was to pull the covers higher over his head and try and go back to sleep.
After a couple of minutes, the music still didn't stop. He recognize the song as an old Elton John song that was turned up to +293 on the volume scale. It was obviously his sister, going through puberty and needing to dance to the loudest music ever possible. Her latest obsessions have been Linkin Park and Ke$ha, neither of them very pleasing on his part. It had been going on every day at around 7, and he should've foreseen this coming. Groaning louder, he took his pillows and threw them over his head, suffocating himself away from the noise. It didn't work--the noise was still audible. [********. asklfjsdf he thought to himself, groaning loudly. Throwing the pillows off and letting a rush of cold air hit his chest upwards, he took his broken alarm clock and threw it at his door left ajar, shouting, "SHUT. UP." He was definitely not a morning person. She didn't stop. It was inevitable and futile -- he should just wake up and get started for school, he had to drop her off early anyway so he might as well. Getting out of bed was tough--it took all his willpower to separate himself from the warm, comfy bedsheets and covers. He thought he would never be able to overcome it, but eventually he did, throwing his legs off the bed. Standing up, he closed his windows which he must have left open during the night. It was so eerily cold in the room -- but he could withstand it. Walking over across the carpet to his bathroom, he turned the light on.
Hurrying in a 20 minute limit, he brushed his reddish blonde hair and spiked it slightly at the tips to give it some volume. He brushed his teeth quickly and washed his face, wanting to get the cold water face wash over with. The noise was still audible from the slightly ajar door, escaping into his room. Leaning in towards his mirror, he ran his hand across his face. It was smooth and uncalloused, the way he liked it. Sliding his mirror horizontally across the wall attachment, he pulled out his earrings and put them on, two on each ear. Securing that on, he closed the lights and quickly walked back out, the cold marble floor threatening his feet. Opening his closet door quickly, he closed his main bedroom door blocking out some of the noise. Looking at his full length body mirror, he studied himself, as if he didn't already knew what he looked like. He decided to throw on some faded gray skinny jeans; they were a classic. Then, he threw on a dark red thin t-shirt on and then threw on a dark black vest over it, securing his skinny jeans with a belt around his waist. Leaning in towards his mirror, he ran his hands through his hair and put on his necklaces, positioning them center against his chest. What was he forgetting? Oh, right, socks. That's why his feet were freezing.
After he was completely dressed and ready for school, he picked his bag up for school and slung it around his shoulders, all filled with books and homework for today. He always prepared these things the night before -- it was a habit that had started early. Opening the door to his room, he turned around and realized he had forgotten something -- his phone. Putting it in the pocket of his bag, he closed the main bedroom door and walked out, the music blaring as loudly as ever. Sliding down the banister to the downstairs, he saw that it was vacant and unusually messy. He walked over to the counter located in the center of the kitchen and grabbed an apple off of the gravel countertop. Luca checked his watch -- it was around 7 : 45 now. Taking a couple more bites of his apple, he threw it away and walked back upstairs, taking two at a time. He walked west of his room towards his sister's. Knocking on it, he said, "Hey! Abbie -- it's time for school!" He said loudly. After a few moments of continuous music, he presumed she didn't hear him. Knocking again, he repeated himself, but she still didn't open the door. Pushing it open, he said once more, "Freaking school, hurry up!" He said. Her sister was fiddling with her boombox. When she saw him, she turned it off and gave him a big smile. "What're you so negative for?"
"Nothing," He mumbled silently to himself. Closing the door again, he walked back downstairs, tidying the kitchen. It looked so unorganized. His parents were out of town and were going to be out of town for a couple more days, so he had to basically clean up after his sister, who was super messy and unresponsible. By the time his sister came down, it was already 7:55. She grabbed fruit off the counter too and walked with him out of the door. He pulle don a pair of converses and locked the house closed, setting the alarm. He was alert and not cold anymore. He drove her to school every day, naturally. Opening the car door, they both got in and quickly sped off to Abbie's school first, a couple blocks away from his. After he dropped her off, he quickly drove to his, parking in his designated spot on his parking pass like all the other upper classmen. When he walked out, he locked his car and slung his back around his shoulders securely. He could already see a couple of people from his high school, getting out of the bus and their cars. There was Madeline -- a girl who he had English with but nothing else much. She was noticeable because of her red and blonde hair, like his. He walked towards her after she had departed from the school bus and waved.
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School. Is. Such. A. Drag. It really, truly is. His last period was boring, as most of his classes were. He didn't really enjoy any of his classes -- he just tuned out all that noise of the lectures and studied at home. Luca was interrupted of his reverie when the bell rang for lunch. Blinking twice, he looked up at the clock, surprised it had gone by so fast. He could hear the teacher faintly finishing his hangover sentence. "...and so review the packet I handed out today, it's important for your test next class!" He said, sitting back down at his desk. He stood up, shaking his head to the side to get his hair out of his eyes. Saying goodbye to the teacher, he walked out with the crowd of students walking towards lunch, th best part of the day arguably. Walking with the crowd, he turned a corner towards the much familiar cafeteria, the light pouring out of the doors. The cafeteria flow was the usual -- loud, generally obnoxious people talking about their plans for the weekend, their recent breakup, rinse and repeat. Rinse and repeat. He felt a hand on his shoulder and saw a friend of his, Jason. "Dude, remind me why we took AP Calculus again?" Luca laughed and nudged him playfully on the shoulder. Like Luca, Jason also didn't pay attention and preferred to read the textbook or generally just read during class. The teacher never really cared, he was completely oblivious to everything except his voice. "Well, we have to set the standard -- I mean, we want to graduate from Princeton, right?" Jason shook his head, they had entered into the cafeteria. "No, it doesn't work like that. That's your goal, to get into Princeton. I don't think I'd be cut out for it." He said honestly, walking with Luca into the lines to get lunch. It was true. Luca was naturally smarter than Jason, and Jason had to try a lot harder to get his good grades. It was almost unfair, sometimes, how little Luca had to try and still get the top scores of the school, almost.
Sometimes he wish it weren't that way. After they stood in line for a couple of minutes, they both got their lunches and joined up with the group of other "bookworms", as labeled by the other cliques of the school, and assumed their usual assembly around their table, closest to the door in the cafeteria. Sitting down, he set his stuff down onto the table and sighed as he looked outside the courtyard.
