James's POV

The first thing in the morning I hear is my dad's loud shout from the living room.

"Jameson Jackals! I want your ass down these stairs in five minutes tops!" "Ten more minutes dad!" I shout back. "Three minutes!" He shouts back.

I groan loudly into my pillow. Man I fucking hate waking up early in the morning. Fucking school. (Who ever came up with this thing called school can go jump off a bridge and go fuck themselves).

I especially hate school on the first days. Even worse when you've just moved across the states from Florida to California in the previous week and spent hours on the previous night getting your things ready, only getting about four hours of sleep in.

Why did dad have to get a new job across the state, our lives were so perfect back in Florida, I mean it it kinda cooler here than there, but at least we enjoyed our lives there.

Man this sucks, big time. Man, I already miss my ex girlfriend Beth, we had to break up because of long distance.

And not forget my best pal Connor. We agreed to keep in touch and he does update me about all the juicy dramas from back there, but it's not the same without him.

I sigh finally decide to get up and go take a quick shower, when I notice my new clock on the floor. Broken. Again.

I sigh deeply as I pick it up and put it back on the night stand where it was the previous night. 'Man, I really gotta stop destroying things in my sleep'. 'It's the forth one this month and I'm already running out of allowance money'.

After taking my one minute shower, 'which you can barely call a shower', l comb my long silky shoulder length blonde hair, tying the top half and leaving the bottom half loose. Then brush my teeth and pick an outfit to wear for the day, which are a blue pair of Air Jordans 13, black sweatpants and a white hoodie.

'Seems like a pretty decent outfit for school'. I tell myself looking in the mirror.

"James I swear to God, if you don't get your ass down this second, I'll send you to meet your original creator!". My dad yells for the hundredth time.

"Coming dad!". I yell back before taking one last look in the mirror 'Good morning handsome, you look hot today. I smirk at the mirror before running down the stairs.

I greet my mom as she was making delicious breakfast in the kitchen. Scrambled eggs with bacon and beans with a side of orange juice. 'My favorite'.

"Good morning mom". I greet her as I kiss her on the forehead. "Good morning honey, did you sleep?". She greeted back with a kiss on my cheek. "Not really, I have to go buy another clock after school". "Again?" "Yes mom".

"You really got to stop destroying things in your sleep honey, Its the forth one this month". "Geez thanks mom". I mumble under my breath. "Look who finally decided to pay the world a visit". My dad says as he throws a frickin kitchen KNIFE at me!!

"Dad!","Michael!" Both my mom and I yell at the same time. "You nearly killed our only son", yelled my mom. "Oh relax Angelina". Replied my dad in a calm manner.

"Don't tell me to relax, two days ago you made our son run 20 laps around the house letting him only drink half a glass of water every 4 rounds". "One must be able to go over long periods of time with very little amounts of water".

"Just two days ago you forced our son to go up against you and punched him in the eye".

"One must be able to fight off any opponents no matter who they are".

'Yeah, but how is forcing an eighteen year old to go up against a ex Military Captain who served in the Army for 8 years fair?'

"And three days ago you shot him in the arm trying to make him dodge live bullets!"

"One must be quick on their feet and build up their stamina, even if they don't wake up on the first day of Senior year". My dad looks at me at his last sentence.

"Morning dad, glad to see you so lively early in the morning". I chuckle nervously as I scratch the back of my neck.

"Early? You call this early?" My dad takes out his phone and shows me the time which reads 7:50AM. "Shit! I'm gonna be late!"

I run to grab 3 pieces of bacon and chug down some orange juice as I grab my car keys to my black Jeep my parents got for my sixteenth birthday.

"Language". "Sorry mom. Bye mom. Bye dad". And with that I was off to my new school.