Snippet #2508777

Joe groaned as he opened his eyes, hearing the the buzzing of his alarm. Lazily, he reached to the side of his bed and turned it off. He frowned slightly. He had been having a dream. It was a good one at first, he recalled, but then it ended badly. For the life of him, however, he could not remember what it was about. Shaking his head, he stood up and began to dress. He had learned not to sleep in at home. Not when Al could volunteer to "wake him up" while his mother went to work. He reached for an object on his dressed and smiled slightly. It was a vintage switchblade from the 70's that he got at a good price. It wasn't as good as a gun, but he could hide it more easily.

He walked down the stairs, his mouth curling in distaste as his mother cooked breakfast and Al sat at the table in his underwear, reading the paper.

"Joe, are you going to stay for breakfast?" his mom asked. Joe frowned. She meant well, he knew, but... He couldn't bring himself to talk with her for any longer than he had to. He grabbed an apple.

"No... It's best I get to school early," he replied. Al snorted, but Joe ignored him. He stepped past him and headed out the door, biting in his apple as he did so.