chapter 2 - trenton cooper - october 16th 2007
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6:45AM. the latest trent could wake up for school without actually being late.
distressing...he knows. if he didnt set his alarm, he'd probably wake up at 12. obviously way too late for school.
he climbed out of bed, brushing the hair out of his eyes, turning off his alarm. he opened his dresser, grabbing a pair of black jeans, the tag ripped off of them. he had a bunch of hand-me-downs from his older brother, elias. even his shoes were hand-me-downs.
grabbing a normal white shirt and a dark green flannel, he shut his bedroom door to change. his siblings were both already in college and his dad was most likely already at work, so there was no need to close it. but it felt weird having it open. the wall right in front of his door had a picture hung up of his whole family before 2000. his mom, dad, sister, brother, and him, nine years old, staring back at him whenever he had it open.
he doesnt know why his dad still has it hung up.
once hes done changing, he goes out into his kitchen to get breakfast. the same breakfast everyday, except when his dad was home. cereal! all there was in the pantry was cheerios. he pulled a bowl out, dumped the cereal in, and grabbed the milk.
trent opened the drawer filled with silverware, searching through the spoons to find his favorite spoon. the smallest one, with some detailing at the base of it. but, it wasn't there.
only spoons left were the big annoying ones.
he sighed, but grabbed one. he needed to leave soon. as he ate, he packed his bag. earbuds, sugary gum, granola bar, and a random book. he soon finished his cereal, tossed it into the sink, and rushed to get his shoes on.
not enough time to brush his teeth...he'll just chew some gum.
plugging in his earbuds into his ipod nano, trent opened the door, slung his backpack over his shoulder--the multiple keychains jingling.
walking to school was usually calming, but everything was on his nerves this morning. it was too cold, the air biting at his exposed face and hands. the cold always made his hands paler, the veins evident underneath his seemingly translucent skin.
he hid his hands in his jean pockets. ten minutes to his school. he might be early.
at 7:01, he made it to school, and sighed when he saw that kids were still waiting outside the door.
trent hated school--and hated canada. why is it this cold in october???
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