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Waking up that morning to the screaming of Sir-Mix-A-Lot being his alarm honestly made his morning worse. He set it to that at around ten years old, now Emmy can't stand the alarm or his music. It was about four in the morning, and that was kinda pushing it because the bus left at 4:45. Emmy dragged himself out of bed, quickly going to the bathroom to look at himself in the murky, yellow stained mirror. "God I look atrocious" He thought as he splashed water on his face, scrubbing in the cheap cleanser he got from the corner store. It helped with his acne ... It didn't take all of it off, but it was still something! Emmy wiped off his face and walked into his room, looking at his jammies and then the clothes he anxiously laid out.
A black shirt, his favorite dark green hoodie, and black basketball shorts, all three pieces seemed to stare back at him. He swiftly changed and started brushing his hair, standing by his tall TV stand where the portable mirror sat by the TV. He brushed it out, before grabbing his hair spray. It wasn't the spray that kept hair in place, he would spray it in his hair and the frizz would go down immensely. It made Emmy look slightly more bearable to look at. He combed through his hair again before putting on his orange beanie and gloves, the ones he adored despite orange being his least favorite color. He slipped on his shoes, feeling his hands starting to sweat. He's been homeschooled for several years due to bullying struggles, and now he's going to some big fancy rich school. "These kids are gonna ruin me." He thought silently, grabbing his black, over shoulder sports bag and his dark green backpack.
"... I look ridiculous." He snickers and put his sports bag, which was packed with some of his belongings, into his dark green bag, which was also stuffed with his belongings. He put the heavy bag on his shoulders as he went over to his bed and picked up his phone and earbuds, both of which were charging. He glanced at his home screen, one of the stray cats he always hung around as the wallpaper. It was 4:15, he had to hurry. He shoved his phone in his pocket and turned off his lamp, TV, and just kinda unplugged anything he wasn't gonna use until when he came home for Merry Day. Emmy was always scared of fires; and unplugging everything meant no electrics were gonna overheat and explode - even though it didn't make much sense.
He opened his bedroom door and went down the short hallway to the living room, the TV was playing some Spider-Pac movie credits, his dad was probably watching it before he went to bed. He looked at his dad, who was asleep in his chair. He quietly tip-toed to the kitchen, grabbing a yogurt cup and tip-toing to the front door. He opened the door and walked outside into the cool air, closing the door behind him. Emmy's footsteps pattered against the wheelchair ramp before he got down to the sidewalk. He then went across the street and started walking down another road. Emmy always called this road 'cat street' when he was little because of all the stray cats that wandered about. Emmy grabs his earbuds out of his pocket and put them in his ears, a loud 'CONNECTING' being said in an android woman's voice before the song 'Mardy Bum' by the Arctic Monkeys started playing. He opened the yogurt and started to eat it straight from the cup, he didn't have a spoon and he didn't see any real reason to go back.
As he finished the yogurt, he realized he was already at the park, or half way to where the bus stop was. He walked over to the big shelter house and threw his yogurt cup away. "I see your frown and it's like looking up the barrel of a gun, and it goes off!" The lyrics said as he walked away. That part was always really catchy. He then turned down the alley, noticing one of the stray cats eating a tomato out of a nice lady's garden. He just kept walking until he got to the main road, turning down it and starting to walk all the way to the bus stop. "And you got the face on." Was the last lyric of Mardy Bum he heard before I Bet You Look Good On The Dance Floor (by the same artist) started playing. "Stop making the eyes at me, I'll stop making the eyes at you." Was the first lyric of the song. Whatever People Say I Am, That's What I'm Not, was the album name, and he always adored this album. It had this vibe that always kept him relaxed.
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Sitting on that cold little bench, waiting for the bus was honestly the worst part of moving into Pacopolis and going to the dorms. Emmy is an impatient person, and waiting for the bus to show up was torture. Luckily, just as he checked his phone to change his music, the bus came. It was a big blue city bus, a bus he rarely sees unless he's in the big city. Emmy shuffled onto the bus with a few other people. The bus smelt like a hint of sweat and coffee as he paid for his bus ticket. As he sat down, he could hear a baby crying but his earbuds managed to block most of it out. He couldn't lie, he was excited for the three hour drive. He has what could be considered 'cabin fever,' his family doesn't have a car, and he hasn't been so far away before. The last lyric of his song played; "Dancing to electro-pop like a robot from 1984 Said, from 1984." Now all he had to do was wait for the bus to go to Maze High.