In one of the many apartment buildings in District D, an audio message was heard in Apartment 420.
"BEEP BEEP"
"PLAYING RECORDED AUDIO FROM 'DAD'"
"WAKE UP YOU REEK OF SHIT"
"Ah right, I need some quick cash so I borrowed some of yours, there's food on the table. Make sure you eat it."
Jolting awake from the sudden noise, Flint Hayzer groaned as he rolled out of his bed.
"What kind of dad takes his son's money," he groggily said. Yet, as if like magic, his dad's voice rang out of the audio recorder, "What kind of son would take his dad's credit card to buy a skin of a 2D girl in a videogame?"
"BEEP"
"AUDIO MESSAGE FINISHED"
"I was 11 damnit! And it was a limited edition one, you know it was worth it!" Flint almost choked on his saliva as he tried to defend himself. 'Damnit, that old man just would not forget about that and how the hell did he know I was going to say that, am I that easy to read or is that how all parents think?' He thought as he looked at his wristwatch. He saw that he was late
...not.
The time was 6:30 am, the school gates opened at 7:20 and class started at 7:55, so he still had plenty of time.
After taking a bath and brushing his teeth, Flint decided to just wear a standard grey hoodie on top a white shirt, and a pair of blue trousers. Flint didn't know if he looked good on them or not, he just picked the one's he liked.
After doing all of that, Flint finally left his room to which his eyes were greeted with the kitchen in his apartment, it was a simple design for a kitchen, with simple utensils and appliances in it, it also was the dining room, with a table and three chairs in the centre. On the table were some scrambled eggs and some slices of bacon on a plate, Flint noticed that the food was still hot. After eating his meal while thinking about the upcoming games that were coming out in a week, Flint checked his watch to see that it was 7:25, he lived next to the school he enrolled in so he still had plenty of time left.
After wearing a pair of socks and sneakers, Flint took his bag, turned off the lights and locked the doors. Humming a tune as he walked to school, until he then remembered something and went to the nearby local convenience store and bought a bag of chips and a bottle of soda, 'Lucky bastard, if only I hadn't bragged about being Plat ranked...' He sighed to himself as he left a confused store clerk behind (after paying of course).
As he approached the school's main gate, he sidestepped when he heard someone approaching him. An elated smile was plastered on his face as he predicted this scenario, only to realise that the bear hug he expected didn't happen. He turned around to see why, and so a blonde haired boy with blue eyes, who was half a head taller than him, wearing a casual outfit consisting of a green tee, baggy cargo pants and a beanie, entered Flint's vision, desperately trying to hold back his laughter. The blonde haired boy was his best friend Jake, who calmed down and said, "Your face was priceless, you tried that before mate. I've learned."
"Scram!" Flint had the sudden urge to punch this guy in the face.
"Ahh, anyway where's my prize from last night's match eh? Mr. MightyPlat." A smug smile was plastered on Jake's face.
"You got lucky, alright? Here it is dammit." Flint bregrudgingly threw the bag of chips at the blondie and proceeded to walk to class, 'Does he really have to rub it in that badly.' Flint thought as Jake was eating the chips right behind him and not later during recess.
After the two trashtalked each other some more, they reached the designated floor for Sophmores to which they walked to the classroom they'll be studying in, which had a sign on the door that wrote 'Classroom 10-1' (10th grade*, Class number 1).
Jake went ahead and opened the door, "Uhh, dude, what time is it?" Jake spoke in a confused manner, "7:45, Why?" Flint responded as he looked at his watch. "See for yourself," the blondie said as he moved out of the way to let Flint see. And what entered his eyes the moment he went inside was... an empty classroom?
*10th grade = Sophmore year