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Donequis
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Jake groaned as he found himself dragged from his bed by his ever persistent mother who was basically screeching louder than his alarm clock in her disapproval of his room, his hair, his pajamas, his grades blah blah blah...
"Mother, I get it." He snapped once she paused to take a breath and stood, rubbing at his head and wincing at the faint sting on his scalp from a bump he'd gotten in his sleep. Maybe from sleep fighting with his headboard again. He stared into the mirror and blinked tired green eyes before splashing some cold water on his face.
After grooming himself up for the day, his thick hair nearly in his eyes and mussed from his curls and clothes smelling some-what clean, he was on his way to school. He hated school, like any teenager with no friends in the ominous building, and felt like his life was being crushed a little as he got closer and closer to the brown stoned building where dozens of bright yellow buses and several clumps and cliques of students talked loudly to their friends.
"Just kill me now." He groaned as he reached the front lawn, a tingling sensation of eyes on the back of his body. Like someone was staring...
A quick glance disproved the notion and he merely went inside with a small sigh of disappointment when the students seemed to ignore his existence. Not noticing the one shadow that flickered in and out of the clumps of chatting teens, eyes seemingly locked onto the tall teen.
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"Mother, I get it." He snapped once she paused to take a breath and stood, rubbing at his head and wincing at the faint sting on his scalp from a bump he'd gotten in his sleep. Maybe from sleep fighting with his headboard again. He stared into the mirror and blinked tired green eyes before splashing some cold water on his face.
After grooming himself up for the day, his thick hair nearly in his eyes and mussed from his curls and clothes smelling some-what clean, he was on his way to school. He hated school, like any teenager with no friends in the ominous building, and felt like his life was being crushed a little as he got closer and closer to the brown stoned building where dozens of bright yellow buses and several clumps and cliques of students talked loudly to their friends.
"Just kill me now." He groaned as he reached the front lawn, a tingling sensation of eyes on the back of his body. Like someone was staring...
A quick glance disproved the notion and he merely went inside with a small sigh of disappointment when the students seemed to ignore his existence. Not noticing the one shadow that flickered in and out of the clumps of chatting teens, eyes seemingly locked onto the tall teen.
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