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He woke up to his alarm clock, but quickly turned it off. Awaking some time later, shining the time on a wall, he realized he would be late. He took a 'quick' shower, then got all his things (including his laptop bag, his binder, but most importantly, his iPod and sweater) and ran out to meet the bus. He was going to school. On the ride he listened to songs by various artists. Approaching the school, he readied to leave the bus, carrying all his many things, leaving his earphones in his ears where they would stay for the rest of the day.

~

Hefting himself into the school, two friends greeted to whom he replied with a shaky head. He visited his cell, then hung out by the pond. The bell said 'first period' and he floated into the Library. The next few minutes were spent staring into space. A magazine was read from a random page. Bored, he sat in the hall, music flooding the air.

Second came around and he stepped into English class. Surrounded by students of 'higher level', the closest took out a package of gum. Very honestly, perhaps too directly, he stated his liking for gum. She reluctantly gave him a half piece. Chewing with joy and melody, he slacked off, knowing the questions could be answered later.

Third period, he and the two closest got up and stepped up to the Computer Lab. They then opened their respective programs and he opened the sea to surf whichever wave hid the most aestheticism. The good friend next to him needed help? Helped her, he resumed his layed-back work ethic.

Lunch time, the school swam with schools. He dodged the mass rocks protruding from the waters, slipping into thin channels the fish slid through. He settled with his friends, respectively looking at all but them. With no lunch, no topic of conversation, he lulled himself into a space of verse and kick. The clock read half through lunch and he nervously bade them a farewell. He trudged to the art room and listened to himself sing to himself.

A tone broke the chatter, then it multiplied his slither to class. He put a binder on the 'regular' spot, nervously stalking towards the guide's desk. It hissed, she replied, it coiled back downstairs where he refrained from reviewing. A void occupied his chair at table's end while listening to the tears the mute was interrupting with her punctuation. He left with half-hearted goodbyes.

Fifth activity was History. He invaded his spot which changed despite his habits and whipped up a rain of small talk with a fish. Short lived, the instructor interrupted. A few smiles here, smart remarks there, and he ended his sentence with no recordings whatsoever.

The final bell rang and he gazed into a few lockers, then onto a bench, hung out with a theater of hostesses. Talking amongst themselves, he only joined once he related.

Time had it that he boarded his bus and departed from the font steps of the pillow-stone bars. His chorus drowned screaming all the while.

After escaping the close of the folk, he acted down his driveway and entered his reprise through the entrance. Refreshed and comfortable, the washroom left sight, and the PlayStation and TV turned on. The Shuffle took a break and the music in his head became louder through Television speakers until supper played harder on his senses. He sat to eat, rinsing his plate and turning the systems off, leaving the placings on the counter on his way to his room. There, he darkly lightly reflected. He went back downstairs to calm the storm that the sink unleashed, then returned to his cave where he spent the rest of the awake hours of the evening.

Sneaking to dark corners of the bright floor, he held nightly rituals. He played music. He went online. He considered drawing. He didn't write. He brushed his false dentures. Soaped up his face. Rinsed his face. Rinsed mouth. Dried face. Lights. Bed. He then prayed to the father of the rumor and wished for distant friend's health.

~

After several unconscious hours, he woke up late and got ready. Listening to music, he arrived at school. Cafeteria, Library, English, Computer Science, Lunch. He spent the hour in the cafeteria. Math was spent downstairs, History flew by. He went to his English class after the bell and sat through some poetry, becoming increasingly more engaged when he understood an element in one of the pieces, not explaining why his poem was so symbolic or why he hadn't written one at all. He hung around with some of the writers afterward. His older sister picked him up, brought him home. Offered him a sip of her beverage. He declined, though tempted. His family of five then went to sleep and he became nocturnal. Music, online, bathroom, bed.

Woke up late, School, Home, Bed.

Woke, Went to sleep.
Sleepwalked.
Slept.

Description
He woke up to his alarm clock, but quickly turned it off. Awaking some time later, shining the time on a wall, he realized he would be late. He took a 'quick' shower, then got all his things (including his laptop bag, his binder, but most importantly, his iPod and sweater) and ran out to meet the bus. He was going to school. On the ride he listened to songs by various artists. Approaching the school, he readied to leave the bus, carrying all his many things, leaving his earphones in his ears where they would stay for the rest of the day.

~

Hefting himself into the school, two friends greeted to whom he replied with a shaky head. He visited his cell, then hung out by the pond. The bell said 'first period' and he floated into the Library. The next few minutes were spent staring into space. A magazine was read from a random page. Bored, he sat in the hall, music flooding the air.

Second came around and he stepped into English class. Surrounded by students of 'higher level', the closest took out a package of gum. Very honestly, perhaps too directly, he stated his liking for gum. She reluctantly gave him a half piece. Chewing with joy and melody, he slacked off, knowing the questions could be answered later.

Third period, he and the two closest got up and stepped up to the Computer Lab. They then opened their respective programs and he opened the sea to surf whichever wave hid the most aestheticism. The good friend next to him needed help? Helped her, he resumed his layed-back work ethic.

Lunch time, the school swam with schools. He dodged the mass rocks protruding from the waters, slipping into thin channels the fish slid through. He settled with his friends, respectively looking at all but them. With no lunch, no topic of conversation, he lulled himself into a space of verse and kick. The clock read half through lunch and he nervously bade them a farewell. He trudged to the art room and listened to himself sing to himself.

A tone broke the chatter, then it multiplied his slither to class. He put a binder on the 'regular' spot, nervously stalking towards the guide's desk. It hissed, she replied, it coiled back downstairs where he refrained from reviewing. A void occupied his chair at table's end while listening to the tears the mute was interrupting with her punctuation. He left with half-hearted goodbyes.

Fifth activity was History. He invaded his spot which changed despite his habits and whipped up a rain of small talk with a fish. Short lived, the instructor interrupted. A few smiles here, smart remarks there, and he ended his sentence with no recordings whatsoever.

The final bell rang and he gazed into a few lockers, then onto a bench, hung out with a theater of hostesses. Talking amongst themselves, he only joined once he related.

Time had it that he boarded his bus and departed from the font steps of the pillow-stone bars. His chorus drowned screaming all the while.

After escaping the close of the folk, he acted down his driveway and entered his reprise through the entrance. Refreshed and comfortable, the washroom left sight, and the PlayStation and TV turned on. The Shuffle took a break and the music in his head became louder through Television speakers until supper played harder on his senses. He sat to eat, rinsing his plate and turning the systems off, leaving the placings on the counter on his way to his room. There, he darkly lightly reflected. He went back downstairs to calm the storm that the sink unleashed, then returned to his cave where he spent the rest of the awake hours of the evening.

Sneaking to dark corners of the bright floor, he held nightly rituals. He played music. He went online. He considered drawing. He didn't write. He brushed his false dentures. Soaped up his face. Rinsed his face. Rinsed mouth. Dried face. Lights. Bed. He then prayed to the father of the rumor and wished for distant friend's health.

~

After several unconscious hours, he woke up late and got ready. Listening to music, he arrived at school. Cafeteria, Library, English, Computer Science, Lunch. He spent the hour in the cafeteria. Math was spent downstairs, History flew by. He went to his English class after the bell and sat through some poetry, becoming increasingly more engaged when he understood an element in one of the pieces, not explaining why his poem was so symbolic or why he hadn't written one at all. He hung around with some of the writers afterward. His older sister picked him up, brought him home. Offered him a sip of her beverage. He declined, though tempted. His family of five then went to sleep and he became nocturnal. Music, online, bathroom, bed.

Woke up late, School, Home, Bed.

Woke, Went to sleep.
Sleepwalked.
Slept.