@ Ethan Chandler.
Thomas groggily rolled out of bed when his alarm started blaring at 5 AM. He had been out until almost one that night simply because of his second job catering, the party had gone on longer than he was told it would, supposed to end at 9, and the last guest left at midnight. Despite his protests he couldn't make it end any sooner. Thomas got himself out of bed and was moving at a sloths pace as he showered, got dress, did his hair, made coffee, and finally drove to the school. His car was small, just affordable for him. He put all his money into his mother's medical bills. It was why he took on a second job. If she wasn't fighting cancer he wouldn't be doing this. He would be saving his money and trying to have a life outside of teaching, He downed a couple aspirin with the second mug of coffee as he waited for his first period to start. His first period was a group of generally good seniors, however they all had senioritis and didn't want to work. It was only first semester though, so their grades still counted and he expected work from them. Once the bell rang Thomas moved so he was besides the door, greeting each of his students as he always did. He still had the coffee mug in his hand and would sip at it as he watched the seniors come in one by one. When he heard a voice Thomas' head turned a bit. He put on a small smile and nodded at the student who had said hello, "Good morning Miss Russ." He replied in a friendly tone. The late bell rang a few seconds after and Thomas walked back to his desk, setting down the mug and picking up his copy of The Anatomy and Physiology Book "Alright how many of you actually did the reading?" He asked, irritated as to the fact that all year nearly none of them did. "it was one chapter, a review chapter on biology which you were all required to take sophomore year, so the pop quiz should be easy." He said moving to grab a stack of papers on his desk.
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Ricky didn't enjoy waking up an extra hour early before school every day. But he toughed it out for the sake of his little sister, Sarah. As quietly as Ricky could he would make her breakfast, get both of their things together, get his younger sister up and ready for the day, then get himself ready. Once their morning routine was done Ricky would walk her to the elementary school, before heading off to the high school by himself. He hated school. Especially his first class had to be boring. He couldn't understand math, or science really he nearly always failed, and Ricky was never awake enough to pay attention. He could do history because it was jus memorizing, and English was being creative in essays and he could do just that, but his favorite subject was art. He was an artist and it was how he expressed himself. Just as he arrived Ricky headed to his class, he took his usually seat near the back, hanging his backpack up on it. He then pulled out a thick notebook from his bag and set it on his desk, and a pencil as well. His notebook was all drawing that he did during classes and on the few occasions he had free time. It was one thing Ricky was good at and enjoyed seeing his progress through the years. When Ms. Sparks started class he only half listened, he already knew he failed the test. Ricky began to draw in the notebook once more. This was the starting of a drawing with a little girl on a swing, and a boy behind her. But in front of them was something dark and indistinguishable.
June 1st, 2017 at 03:41am
