Mikael was slow to wake up even with his alarm clock blaring in his ear. Geeze, it was way to early for this. He rolled over and slammed a hand down on the off button, and then just laid there in the cool dark of his bedroom. He didn't stay there long, especially when he felt himself starting to fall asleep again. He pushed himself up, jerking the covers off. He stumbled across the dark room to the thin line of light that he knew to be his window. He had a hard time sleeping with any sort of light, even the dim street lights outside gave him problems at night.
Mik couldn't help but grimace as he jerked the black out curtains aside, revealing the bright morning sun. He blinked in the harsh light, waiting for his eyes to adjust. When they had adjusted enough for him to look outside he watched the starting morning traffic and scratched lazily across his chest. His tattoos were itching this morning and he felt like he hadn't slept at all. He was hungry, and not in the way that cereal and eggs would fill. Now was a really inopportune time for him to have the need to feed. But it was bearable for now.
He moved across the room putting on
clothing as he went. His room was a mess but all of the clothes were clean, he made sure that all of the dirty clothes ended up in the bathroom hamper. He stared at himself in the mirror when he got in the bathroom, his mind drifting as his red eyes stared tiredly back at him. Mik's eyes hadn't always been red, they'd been brown once. But that was before his mother died, before he came into his inheritance.
Mik hadn't wanted to come to school. He'd hated high school, why would he want to continue. But he had promised his mother that he would continue with his education. Something that he had put off, but when he had received the invitation and his father had found out about it, the man had put his foot down. "You need to keep your promise Mikael," his fathers' voice rang through his mind. The one plus to his situation he supposed was he was no longer living with the man, he was overbearing. But Mik supposed it was because his father was trying to make up for lost time, and it wasn't like the man was at fault. He had done nothing but love his mother, and in the end he had been forbidden from both of their lives. Until Mik showed signs of having power.
"I need coffee," Mik said as he ran fingers roughly through his hair. He grabbed his bag and made his way to the kitchen. He had had the foresight to set the coffee maker the night before and the coffee was already brewed and still steaming. He poured it in his travel mug and grabbed his camera. And he started his walk to the school, ready for his first class.
