"…Another day...", a boy who seems to apparently be in his teens spoke as he got out of bed. His brown hair covered his eyes as he dawdled around his room searching for his phone. Alas, he found it covered in a heap of science magazines.
"…She couldn't even put them away.", the boy got up to clear the magazines. He packed them all up and threw them in his waste basket before setting them ablaze with a lighter. He took a step back and sat on his bed staring at the flame with a blank look on his face.
As usual…no color…
The boy's ever dull eyes didn't reflect the burning embers of the flame…
The smoke seeping from the fire caught the nose of his room's fire alarms. Water was sprinkled down washing away the flames and leaving behind the smoke. The boy's-soaked hair covered his eyes further complimenting the damp mood…
The boy glanced at his phone, "6:45…there's still time…"
And with that he walked into his shower.
(Ring) (Ring)
The alarm clock which violently shook as it sat on an elegantly made wooden table which was next to a large queen-sized bed. In this bed, a lovely belle was sound asleep, her silky yet scattered white hair, fluttered softly as the wind blew. This young lady who peacefully slumbered was none other than "beauty incarnate" having elegant looks that made any man or woman to fawn over her.
Although, this young lady was blessed with excellent looks…she apparently is a spoiled child at heart.
"Fucking alarm clock! Shut up already!", she yelled as she hurled the buzzing alarm clock that had violently woken her up from her rest out the window. Shattering glass could be heard as the alarm clock went straight out of the window and into a courtyard.
"Ms. Amanai…I advise you refrain from throwing your clocks out the window…", a maid who immediately arrived due to the noise spoke in a calm tone before pausing and continuing,
"THEY COST A LOT OF MONEY!", the maid yelled in anger and frustration as she held onto a receipt that showed how much money had been spent on this issue alone.
"Mari…I know…", Amanai said in a calm voice before yelling at her, "SO WOULD YOU STOP YELLING?!"
"SHUT THE HELL UP YOU SPOILED BRAT!"
"NO, YOU SHUT UP YOU BITCH!"
Mari paused before looking at Amanai, "You called me a bitch?", she said as the air filled with tension.
"Uhh…oh look at those nice flowers-", Amanai said trying to divert the topic but was immediately cut off.
"I think I have to teach you some manners, young lady!", Mari said as she pulled out a rope.
Amanai's blood ran cold before suddenly taking off, "No! Please! Am sorry! Anything but that!", she ran away from Mari who chased her.
"You know Mari I suddenly remember I have school- PLEASE DON'T HURT ME!", Amanai squealed in fear, as she retreated to a corner.
"(sigh)…whatever go get dressed", Mari said with a sigh as she relinquished her urge to tie up Amanai and lock her in a closet.
"Thank you Mari-chan!", Amanai said teasingly as she walked off to the bathroom.
Ugh…this girl…
The bright light shining through the window glass, penetrated a dimly-lit room, which complimented its dark theme. On the right side of the room, a pc setup resided and, on the left, gym equipment. The bed of the owner of the room was on the far right of the cylindrical room.
Yes, cylindrical.
Fast asleep was a teen of age 15 with messy black hair and crimson eyes. At the buzz of the alarm, he woke up and walked into the bathroom to brush his teeth. Dressed in nothing but a pair of boxer briefs, the boy's ripped body shone in the room's light, a result of his rigorous training sessions.
Cansas 50th, 3002 (New Universal Calendar).
50th of Cansas…
"Today…I begin my first day of enrollment in HighEnd…"
Gotta get ready...