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    By no means was Justin a morning person. In fact, he hated waking up. Of course, by the good graces of it being the first day of the long-awaited Summer Vacation, he didn't have to... that is, until he had to eat or go to the restroom. Suffice to say, neither of those things pulled him out of his peaceful slumber.
    No, the circumstance that stole his much-needed sleep was the most horrid, baleful thing of all to a night-owl like him: sunlight.
    Having forgotten to close his curtains last night, this was inevitable. However, just once, he wished that he would be allowed to sleep through an entire day without having serious repercussions fall upon him. Knowing that this was nigh-impossible, he settled for giving the window his nastiest glare.
    Eventually, he found the motivation to get out of bed and begin his morning routine. As morning preps go, his was pretty standard: clean up, brush his teeth, get dressed, etc. It was at the third step, getting dressed, that things got a little unusual - which is to say “probably supernatural”. Having dried himself and donned the appropriate undergarments, Justin opened his dresser and reached for a red t-shirt. As he grasped it, however, the area of contact between him and the cloth, as well as a blotch a few inches around said area, turned a dark grey. He let go in surprise, and the cloth returned to its original hue. He tentatively grabbed the shirt again, and the exact same thing happened again. He sighed as he removed the shirt from its hanger and put it on, turning the whole thing black.
    “Figures…” he mumbled to himself. This had been happening for almost two years, and Justin was disappointed in himself forgetting this “weird color crap,” as he liked to call it. As he slipped into his jeans, they turned from a dull blue to an even more lifeless, neutral grey. Fortunately, his socks and shoes were already white and black (with white highlights), respectively, so nothing abnormal happened as he slipped into them. Kitted out in his colorless clothes, the tall, pale kid with black hair known as Justin Serrubi was prepared for the day ahead… mostly. However, he had the distinct impression that he was forgetting something. As he tried to remember what that something was, he wandered throughout his house, entering and leaving all of the rooms on both stories. Not finding anything of note, it took a few minutes of wandering to remember that he hadn’t eaten yet, never mind the fact that he had no particular reason to have his socks and shoes on in the first place.
    He made his way to the kitchen, picked out some cereal, and did some other largely mundane and unimportant things for the next hour and a half, being remarkably well-behaved despite being an unsupervised fifteen-year-old. At around nine o’clock or so, he decided his day could be better spent with some familiar faces, and thus packed a lunch and made his way to a friend’s house, a few blocks in a roughly eastern direction. He did so on foot, despite the open sunlight getting in his eyes and being a nuisance.
    He eventually ended up at the abode of an old friend of his, one Aria Cunningham, who welcomed him with an energetic wave and an innocent smile. She was a friend from school, and despite being one year older than him, she was three inches shorter than him, hitting a height of five-foot six inches, as opposed to his five-foot nine. While Aria herself had no opinion on this arbitrary measurement, her adoptive brother, Isaac Cunningham, was slightly envious of the two-inch difference between himself and Justin. Of course, on that day, height envy did not factor in at all, other than a few teases and jests between the two boys. Instead, the trio spent the day talking, playing video games, and generally having a blast. As time passed and the sun lowered, Justin became more energetic, and the trio had a light party over root beer and pizza. Eventually, night came, and Justin was compelled to leave and allow his friends some much-needed rest after their day of tomfoolery. As he left their home, he was bid good night, and he returned the gesture in kind, wishing them a good weak. The blue-eyed duo waved his one-upmanship off with a laugh and sent him on his way.
    He walked to his home in the dusk, making sure to stay on the sidewalk and only cross the street when it was both legal and safe, as he was physically prevented from wearing bright or reflective colors other than white. His trip home was largely uneventful, with one major exception. When he was about five minutes away from his house, he caught a glimpse of what he thought looked like a rather large bird with an abnormally long torso diving behind an apartment a few blocks away. Though he waited for some time after seeing it, the odd shape did not reappear. After a moment of contemplation, he concluded that his eyes were playing tricks on him, and continued on his way home. Locking the front door as he stepped inside, he put his shoes on a shoe rack just in front of the living room and meandered upstairs to prepare himself for bed. Dropping his used shirt and socks in a laundry bag and throwing his pants onto a chair in his room, he slipped into his pale blue pajamas, brushed his teeth, took a urine break, washed his hands, and burrowed into bed, waiting half an hour or so before sleep eventually claimed him.
    His dreams were always strange and abstract, and that night’s were no different. He saw the faces of his friends and fountains of root beer, but those clear, specific images only lasted for so long. The rest of the night was dominated by flurries of feathers, kaleidoscopic images of the moon, and squares and cubes of concrete and asphalt - and those were just the things his dreaming mind could identify. There were decahedrons, weird worm-like shapes, and orbs, along with a hundred other abstractions. However, strange as they were, his dreams could not interrupt his slumber, and he soundly slept through the night. Tomorrow would be another day, and life would go on.

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    By no means was Justin a morning person. In fact, he hated waking up. Of course, by the good graces of it being the first day of the long-awaited Summer Vacation, he didn't have to... that is, until he had to eat or go to the restroom. Suffice to say, neither of those things pulled him out of his peaceful slumber.
    No, the circumstance that stole his much-needed sleep was the most horrid, baleful thing of all to a night-owl like him: sunlight.
    Having forgotten to close his curtains last night, this was inevitable. However, just once, he wished that he would be allowed to sleep through an entire day without having serious repercussions fall upon him. Knowing that this was nigh-impossible, he settled for giving the window his nastiest glare.
    Eventually, he found the motivation to get out of bed and begin his morning routine. As morning preps go, his was pretty standard: clean up, brush his teeth, get dressed, etc. It was at the third step, getting dressed, that things got a little unusual - which is to say “probably supernatural”. Having dried himself and donned the appropriate undergarments, Justin opened his dresser and reached for a red t-shirt. As he grasped it, however, the area of contact between him and the cloth, as well as a blotch a few inches around said area, turned a dark grey. He let go in surprise, and the cloth returned to its original hue. He tentatively grabbed the shirt again, and the exact same thing happened again. He sighed as he removed the shirt from its hanger and put it on, turning the whole thing black.
    “Figures…” he mumbled to himself. This had been happening for almost two years, and Justin was disappointed in himself forgetting this “weird color crap,” as he liked to call it. As he slipped into his jeans, they turned from a dull blue to an even more lifeless, neutral grey. Fortunately, his socks and shoes were already white and black (with white highlights), respectively, so nothing abnormal happened as he slipped into them. Kitted out in his colorless clothes, the tall, pale kid with black hair known as Justin Serrubi was prepared for the day ahead… mostly. However, he had the distinct impression that he was forgetting something. As he tried to remember what that something was, he wandered throughout his house, entering and leaving all of the rooms on both stories. Not finding anything of note, it took a few minutes of wandering to remember that he hadn’t eaten yet, never mind the fact that he had no particular reason to have his socks and shoes on in the first place.
    He made his way to the kitchen, picked out some cereal, and did some other largely mundane and unimportant things for the next hour and a half, being remarkably well-behaved despite being an unsupervised fifteen-year-old. At around nine o’clock or so, he decided his day could be better spent with some familiar faces, and thus packed a lunch and made his way to a friend’s house, a few blocks in a roughly eastern direction. He did so on foot, despite the open sunlight getting in his eyes and being a nuisance.
    He eventually ended up at the abode of an old friend of his, one Aria Cunningham, who welcomed him with an energetic wave and an innocent smile. She was a friend from school, and despite being one year older than him, she was three inches shorter than him, hitting a height of five-foot six inches, as opposed to his five-foot nine. While Aria herself had no opinion on this arbitrary measurement, her adoptive brother, Isaac Cunningham, was slightly envious of the two-inch difference between himself and Justin. Of course, on that day, height envy did not factor in at all, other than a few teases and jests between the two boys. Instead, the trio spent the day talking, playing video games, and generally having a blast. As time passed and the sun lowered, Justin became more energetic, and the trio had a light party over root beer and pizza. Eventually, night came, and Justin was compelled to leave and allow his friends some much-needed rest after their day of tomfoolery. As he left their home, he was bid good night, and he returned the gesture in kind, wishing them a good weak. The blue-eyed duo waved his one-upmanship off with a laugh and sent him on his way.
    He walked to his home in the dusk, making sure to stay on the sidewalk and only cross the street when it was both legal and safe, as he was physically prevented from wearing bright or reflective colors other than white. His trip home was largely uneventful, with one major exception. When he was about five minutes away from his house, he caught a glimpse of what he thought looked like a rather large bird with an abnormally long torso diving behind an apartment a few blocks away. Though he waited for some time after seeing it, the odd shape did not reappear. After a moment of contemplation, he concluded that his eyes were playing tricks on him, and continued on his way home. Locking the front door as he stepped inside, he put his shoes on a shoe rack just in front of the living room and meandered upstairs to prepare himself for bed. Dropping his used shirt and socks in a laundry bag and throwing his pants onto a chair in his room, he slipped into his pale blue pajamas, brushed his teeth, took a urine break, washed his hands, and burrowed into bed, waiting half an hour or so before sleep eventually claimed him.
    His dreams were always strange and abstract, and that night’s were no different. He saw the faces of his friends and fountains of root beer, but those clear, specific images only lasted for so long. The rest of the night was dominated by flurries of feathers, kaleidoscopic images of the moon, and squares and cubes of concrete and asphalt - and those were just the things his dreaming mind could identify. There were decahedrons, weird worm-like shapes, and orbs, along with a hundred other abstractions. However, strange as they were, his dreams could not interrupt his slumber, and he soundly slept through the night. Tomorrow would be another day, and life would go on.