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I woke up to the sound of my alarm clock.
I exited my room and my way to Mikey, my little brothers room.
I flicked Mikey in the head, my favourite way to try and get him up, i got a weird growl in return, shrugged it off.

I looked down and studied my torso before grabbing a towel and heading for a shower. I let the warm water run down my body, tracing every bruise that covered my body, i felt a little more up-beat to see that they were fading slightly and i showered whilst humming a little tune to myself, i though of what day it was.

'damn thursday' i muttered, i went over my memorized timetable in my head double english lit, then break, then maths and biology, and finally double art.

'i love art' i said to myself. I got ready for school, which doesn't take me that long.
I walked down the stairs, checked all my school books were in my bag, slipped my converse on and made my way into the kitchen.

I made myself a cup of coffee and sat down on the kitchen counter and swung my legs in a child like fashion, i still had half an hour before i had to start to walk to school so i searched the kitchen for food.

Unfortunately i found none, apart from a loaf of stale bread, great. We never had food, i mean never. We had to order food in with the little money we got from relatives on christmas and birthdays. trying to make under $200 stretch out to a whole year was difficult.

And dad had quit his job. Mikey broke my chain of thoughts by walking into the fridge, i shook my head at his clumsiness, he was really a klutz..

He yawned, making his t-shirt ride up and expose a bit of bruised flesh, i clenched my teeth at the sight of this, Mikey didn't deserve this.
'Morning' he mumbled before joining me on the counter
'Morning, we have no food again,' to this ,Mikey chuckled

'I'm gonna get ready for school' i continued.
'W-where's dad?' Mikey quizzed that all to familiar sound of fear in his voice.
'I dunno' I paused at mikey's side before i went back upstairs and wiped away the tears on his cheek, before kissing him where his tears had fallen.
'Ewwww, geroff' Mikey exclaimed, wiping his cheek. I laughed slightly.
-X-

As i walked to school with Mikey my thoughts kept going back to last week how my dad had said he's had enough with us, i sighed trying to get the thoughts off him, he didn't deserve my attention.

We got to school and mikey went off to his one friend, a tall blonde boy with a lip ring and icy blue eyes, i had met him a few times before and i believe he went by the name of Davie, or something like that.

Register dragged on a bit, then i made my way to double english lit.

I hate the teacher we have for English lit, he is a right idiot, but he is old and withering lets hope he dies soon.
It's not like we learn anything anyway, he is so old, he moves like a snail, and talks like one too!

Someone seemed to be blocking my path to English lit, so I walked right up to him and was blown away.

I cleared my throat, and said

'Erm, can I help you?' The unknown man looked up at me and I came face to face with the most amazing pair of eyes imaginable.

The male I was staring at had huge eyes that were slightly honey coloured with speckles of green, he had dyed black hair which was kind of short, a fringe covered his left eye, i would like to say that i wasn't staring and that i wasn't attracted to him, but the truth is I was.

I think he noticed I was staring rather intently into his eyes, so he nodded at me and I blushed looked at the floor, wishing it would swallow me up.

'Erm, I'm kinda lost. Heh.' He rubbed the back of his neck as he said this.

'Umkay, so where have you got to be?' I looked up and smiled at him.

He returned the smile, and looked at his piece of paper.

'Erm I'm meant to be teaching art right now, in erm, R block'' Awh he is cute.

'Erm okay, well you go straight out the door, and then you go to the right, and then your pretty much there.' He nodded at me, smiled and left.

My eyes followed him, until I could no longer see him.

Where was I meant to be again? Oh yes, English lit. I walked through the door, and took my seat, the snail was shuffling about talking in that painfully slow voice of his.

This is going to drag.