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"Life can only be enjoyed by the happy things given..."
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Morning light gently showed it's self over the edges of the surrounding mountains. It's rays of lights gently waved around clouds in the air, like water around rocks, only to land on certain parts of the large town below. This tiny town was probably bigger than a town but not tall enough to be a city. there was transportation from buses to street cars, but simple walking could get you anywhere you needed for there was never traffic or a build up of people unless there was an accident. And accident's where as rare as the eclipse.
The tallest building here would have been the apartment buildings that went as high as seven stories. Not as impressive as the thirty stories in the city a couple hours away, but enough to make the named one of the top ten relaxing cities in ever tourist booklet. Some of the main attractions would be simple to the people living there. The penny fountain at the downtown square, the shopping district that was all around that fountain and the few tiny parks that could be so quiet during rush hour it was considered private property to passers even though it was public.
There was also a library, the food market and scattered restaurants and hotels. But the only ones awake at this hour, about Six in the morning, were either the bakeries, or early risers who loved to move around so early in the morning. And one little candy shop that poked out even earlier than the bakers.
Near the inner circle of this city was a school, two floors--one with a indoor pool-- a gym, outside track, fencing, high tech computer labs, lockers and over fifty separate classrooms and club rooms. Even about five storage houses behind the large clean school. But even a place that was about to become loud around eight was still silent as the humans who slept around it.
One who still slept was a boy named Iza. His hair almost considered grey from the lack of blonde, his eyes turquoise but unseen as he slept. This boy laid in his bed, breathing out heavily threw his mouth as he dreamed of who knew what. His room was full of what one wouldn't expect. Toys, plushies, pillows, a laptop, scattered art pieces and cloths that belonged to the genre called cosplay. Shoved in the corner of his room was a desk with a sewing machine on it, it's tiny light still shown over the needle and thread that was pushed into fabric. The night before this boy had been up till one in the morning trying to put in as much work as he could before the week started again hoping he could meet his deadline. Although this boy looked the type to be like any other boy(sports, gaming, girls, porn, hanging out, what have you) he was quite the opposite. He sold toys and cosplay off the internet, talk to many people from his school but didn't know in chat rooms, and had a picky preference when it came to love. Not to mention he was incredibly shy, innocent and cute around his friends, this has brought to him much love from females and picky from his male friends.
But right now Iza simple slept with a clean undisturbed look on his face, until the sun shone on his face, to fix that he would simply roll over and not let it blind his face. But as he decided to do this, his big fat white cat, Whiskers, jumped onto the bed and decided to use his face as a pillow.
Iza coughed in his sleep as his nose and open mouth was filled with tiny strands of fur, some of them loose and being breathed into his lungs," How tha....whaa....kyhh! Get off!" The boy mumbled out under the bit fur ball. Slowly he grabbed the cat and pushed it's fat face off of his, then sat up and breathed out before breathing in the sacred air. Times like this always made you grateful for the great tree crap.
However as the boy sat up he also had two ears falling into his face. On his body he wore a open jacket that had bunny ears on the hood. It was either that or cat ears that night, the weather had been cold. But of course with his cat's hair all over his face, it made him look like he really did have whiskers with who bunny ears drooping down into his face on weakening wires. Iza sighed and pulled up his sheets rubbing his face in them hoping that the fabric would use static electricity as a magnet. After this he shook his head and free fell back into the bed letting out a groan as he laid back down. Below him he heard a 'mew~'.
"Okay.... okaaaay..." He gasped out as another cat came crashing down onto his ribs. It was the old ambush-Iza-in-his-sleep-to-get-him-to-feed-us-trick," I'm up I'm up..." Iza complained sitting up and closing the blinds on the window across his room. His eyes were too sensitive at the time, and he was not a morning person.
Slowly the bunny boy moved out of the room, opened his colorful door and shuffled down the tiny hall quietly hoping to not wake his mother that was only sleeping in her neat room a couple of doors away from his. Doors as in a tiny closet for sheets and cleaning supplies, then a small door to the bathroom, the only bathroom. First he passed the bathroom, closet, then very silently passed his mother's room making sure to not step on any creaking boards. As angry as he was when waking, his mother was like a waking dragon-- liable to kill anyone who wakes her, then eat them for breakfast. Iza didn't not want to loose anymore hearing nerves.
Now our of the hall and into his living room, things were now in the 'safe' zone. So he walked more relaxed and into the kitchen on the other side of the room he was in. His feet shuffled over the carpet giving him a caffeine shock as he grabbed the metal handle of the cabinet that canned food was. Below him his cats rubbed back and forth between his legs pawing at his toes that he wiggled around like toys. He pulled out two cants and looked down at the two cats. Whiskers was large and fat while Ki-n** was quiet the opposite, grey and slim, but heavy nonetheless.
"Here we go...hey get down." Iza said gently as a cat jumped up on the kitchen counter wanting his food fast. He picked up the grey cat and placed it back on the ground before shushing their cries and giving both a opened can of tuna. With both of them satisfied by their slave, he felt like sleeping, but having a pet turtle and mother to feed he decided to try the earlier riser routine.
Iza grabbed some greens, went to the living room and to his right were there was nothing but a wall with a small table and a tank on top of it. There was a light over it, on and warming the glass. Inside was water, sand, a few plants and a tiny house made by a unskilled ten year old who decided to use bark. It was messy and held together by rotting toothpicks. But Iza didn't mind it, he didn't care as long as no one knew. So he opened the top of the casing, placed the green leaf inside and petted the top of a shell that was half under the tiny house and was way to big to fully fit under it," Morning To-mo.." He whispered gently, the turtle responded by poking it's nose out then slowly it's legs and tail. Slowly, so slowly, the old turtle moved out from under it's tiny home and turned around to eat. Iza would have stayed and watched the long ten minutes but he had some cooking to start.
First he pulled out some already ground coffee beans and put them in the broiler letting it slowly make coffee for his soon to wake mother. Then he pulled out the things he was to make for his lunch and breakfast, grabbed some equipment and began to make the breakfast first. Toast eye(as Iza called it) for mother with bacon and a side helping of rice. And for him, a rice omelet, which was simply a normal cheese omelet with meat and potatoes then a big thing of rice. His own kind of stir fry. As the two pan let out the small spatters of oil and sizzling sounds for about half an hour, his mother walked out of her room holding a blanket tight around her. Then slowly followed her nose into the kitchen. Iza looked as he saw her walk in a sit at her spot waiting for something to eat. Iza smiled looking at the woman.
She was tired now yes, black bags under her eyes, hair messed up and sticking out everywhere, her back slumped and such. But she was still pretty, red haired, hazel eyes and soft skin with very few wrinkles. Even though she was near her forties she still looked thirty. Iza always thought he was born when she was in her teens or something. But that was a lie to himself.
Slowly he approached giving her a small mug of coffee, cream, sugar, all the things she liked. She took it gently in her hands and drank up with a gentle soft "thank you." The very same gentleness that Iza held in his voice towards his pets. The boy smiled. Kissed his mother's head gently then went and got a plate pulling on her Toast eye, he took a knife of fluffy butter and rubbed it all over the top sprinkling a bit of cinnamon on top. It was an odd combo but she loved the mixture so he made it this way. She already had an odd taste for things, c'mon, who puts peanuts INSIDE there Pepsi then eats them while drinking?
Iza knew all these things already, and just simply fed it to her every other day because of their 'room mate' system. They treated each other like friends, she cook one day, he'd cook the other day. Except lunch during the week because he wouldn't be there.
Breakfast was silent, they all ate. Iza, the turtle, both cats and his mother. Silently making the smacking noises between their forks, plates and lips. Iza didn't really enjoy this sound but was used to it by now. After they ate his mother did the dishes at the sink as Iza made and packed his lunch. By now it was only seven thirty and pretty bright outside, but also incredibly cloudy. Maybe it would rain...
Thinking of this Iza went to his room, dressed up in darn blue skinny jeans, a baggy black shirt and pulled on a jacket over it then pushed his iPod into his pocket with his phone, then slowly looked at his laptop, open and still on. Iza then remembered. It was Valentines day, the day he was promised to meet someone he was very fond of over the internet at his school. It was surprising really, to meet someone online and not even know them from his real life. But his heart raced at the thought, meeting someone he secretly liked on a day of 'love'. Made his face heat up at the thought. Should he give them a gift? Iza had no clue and simple stood dumbfounded with a red face. Then he closed the lid of his computer gently and grabbed his backpack before going to the living room.
7:35 AM He had time. Slowly he turned on the TV and switched threw the channels looking for weather. But his mind was quickly distracted as his favorite morning cartoon came on. His face lit up, his smiled brightened out happily as he sat closer to the TV and stared intently at it like a dog with food. One could picture him in a Inu cosplay. But with such a distraction, it only took his mothers words to snap him out and look at the clock.
"You're gonna be late." The elegant woman said out as she pulled on her suit's jacket and looked at her excited son at the TV set with the remote tight in his fist. He looked back and blinked hard before remembering and throwing the remote on the couch after turning off the TV
"Crap!" he said loudly before bowing to his mother and pulling on his shoes, then bolting out of the building and down the streets. It was three minutes till eight, his walk was five give or take distractions and dodging of other students to get to his own class. He hoped he wouldn't break his clean record.
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"Except ladybugs. They just scary!!!"
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OOC: Oh dear. I don't normally write this much D:
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