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Sticks wakes up to his alarm, the blaring noise startling him out of a dream. He stands and stumbles to his desk to turn it off, switching the sliding thing until it stops beeping. He yawns and shuffles to the bathroom to brush his teeth, after less than a minute spitting out the water and toothpaste mix and washing out his mouth. He wipes his mouth and goes to make his bed, doing so messily but fixing it. He puts on deodorant and struggles into his binder that's a size too small but that he wears anyway. He's careful to avoid the horns that curve into his face as he gets dressed. His outfit of the day consits of a funky white and green button down, jeans that are a size too big, and a plain black belt. He sits on the edge of his bed and slips on socks.
Once he's dressed, he makes sure he has all his school stuff packed into his backpack. He stares at his meds for a moment before looking past them, not giving them another glance. He should be taking them every day, but he rarely ever does. He sits on his bed and just thinks for about ten minutes, until the time hits 5:50. He then gathers his things and grabs his shoes, walking carefully down the poorly lit staircase. Once on the first floor he greets his father by saying good morning, and he gets one back. He put on his Docs and grabs a fruit cup from the fridge, eating it without a spoon. His brother is already downstairs, eating a bowl of cereal at the table. He throws out the plastic and sits on the ground, closing his eyes until 6:00 comes around. At this time he stands and puts on his backpack, walking into the garage and getting into the car with his brother. His dad insists on driving them to the bus stop in the mornings since it's so dark and early.
Without his phone, which had gotten taken for bad grades again, he stands at the bus stop with his brother silently. His brother is playing music, a song he recognizes but forgets the name of. Around 6:17 the bus pulls up and he walks up to it, going straight to the back. He slips on his mask now, a plain black one. He leans back against the seat and closes his eyes, attempting to sleep for the 40 minute bus ride to school.
He gets about ten minutes of sleep before the bus pulls up to school. His earrings right now show a tired face, dangling by his shoulders. He stands when the doors open, walking out. He's complaining to himself in his mind about the school day already as he walks up to the building.