[Okie so lets say this is about the middle of the year :3 ]
Jaxon got up early that morning, he couldn't go back to sleep after waking up at 5:30 for some reason. He got ready for school fairly quick, and made breakfast for his father before he woke up.
No, he didn't do it just to do it, he didn't exactly have a choice. He father was a drunk, and abuser. "Your breakfast is ready" he said as his dad walked out of his room and to the table grumpily. Luckily in the mornings his dad wasn't awake enough to do anything to him, usually.
He started walking to school like always. All the other kids would drive by and make fun of him, not too many walked to school now that they could drive. He wasn't allowed a car though. Despite all the sh**, he felt weirdly excited for the day.