The morning light was warm. The sky was clear, and the water down below was still. Perfect day for some song writing? Maybe. Drawing? Who knows? But he didn't feel like getting out of bed. He stayed up till 12:30 finishing his song.
7:30 in the morning and he was going to be late for work. Great. The perfect way to start your day.
He slowly crept his eyes open and sat up in bed. Rubbing his eyes, and putting his feet over the edge, he looked around the room. His white hair glowing in the sun light and his red eyes as dark as night in the light. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath. Today. Was NOT going to be cool.
He jumped out of bed, in a white tank top and blue boxers. Walking over to his dresser, he tried not to trip over the clothes on the floor. What should he wear today? Oh wait, he has to wear his stupid uniform to work. The put on a white t-shirt, blue faded jeans and a button up blue plaid shirt. But, of course, as usual he didn't button up the shirt.
Once he was done dressing, he went to the bathroom to brush his teeth, and clean his face. He didn't even bother brushing his hair. He was too late for work to even try. He walked out of the bathroom in a rush, passing his older brother in a hurry. Stopping in his tracks, he backed up to the table were his brother was sitting and grabbed the toast off his plate and mumbled a small thanks as he ran out the door.
His brother sat there, staring at the empty plate on the table. Blinking a couple times, he shook his head. His brother has black hair, and brown eyes. Unlike his younger brother, his skin was a little darker.
The white haired teen ran down the dock, away from the white two story house. He has everything he needs to go to work. 'My shoes, uniform, bag- Wait! Bag! Cr*p… my bag.' He turned back around and ran back to the house. He's So late. He going to get fired.
As he reached the house he slammed the door open and literally jumped inside the house. Sliding across the floor in to the wall and grabbed his bag off the half wall, "BYE!" he yelled to his brother and ran back outside. His brother, still sitting at the table waved, not taking his wrist off the table.
He ran past all the people on the sidewalks towards the forest. Yes, the forest. He works at the graveyard. The grounds keeper. He takes care of the grass and the flowers. A fourteen year old boy works at the grave yard. A little creepy, yeah. But it pays good. But its still not a good way to start out your life. Yeah, today just isn't his day.