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#2015-07-30 07:39:41, as written by Izzyvamp

He hadn't slept well. He never really slept well anymore, actually. Glancing over at the clock on his nightstand he saw that only three minutes had passed since he last looked at it. He glared at for a moment before looking back at the ceiling.

"I swear, it's being slow just to annoy me. Stupid clock," he muttered, despite knowing it wasn't in fact the clocks fault. He was just so bored. Bored of not sleeping, bored of laying there waiting. But even when he finally did anything he was still bored. It was like he was on autopilot, going through the motions of getting up, getting ready, going to school, sitting in classes, going home, avoiding his parents, and attempting a few hours of sleep before he started over. The worst part was he always felt as if he was waiting. He constantly found himself watching clocks, as if he had something important to do. But he never did anything.

Nathan headed to the bathroom, trying to ignore the soundtrack of The Phantom of the Opera playing rather loudly from the kitchen, where his mother was no doubt making a ridiculously large breakfast for only three people. She loved that movie for some reason.

After a quick shower and getting dressed, Nathan eventually wandered to the kitchen, where his mom was currently loading bacon onto a large dish and placing said dish on their kitchen table. There were also eggs, toast, and a whole box of cereal arranged in the middle of the table. Nathan felt slightly ill looking at all the food but forced a smile when his mom turned to look at him. "Good morning honey," she said, beaming at him before hurrying to a cupboard to get plates.

"It looks great mom," he said softly, taking his seat at the table. He glanced over at the clock. Breakfast usually lasted twenty minutes, ten on a good day. He began to put some food on the plate in front of him, knowing if he didn't she would do it herself with about ten times more food. His dad came in not long after, not saying anything as usual as both parents took a seat. They ate in blissful silence for awhile, and Nathan wondered if it was going to be a decent morning.

"So, haven't heard anything from any of your friends lately. Aren't you talking to them?"

Nope. He finally looked up at her. What she was really asking was do you still have friends? He tried not to glare as he spoke. "Yeah, we're talking. I think we're ditching first hour to go do drugs, actually," he told her, staring at her blank faced as he lied his ass off. He loved his mom, he did. But he couldn't stand when she tried to dig into his life. I don't want a new friend, he thought bitterly, and she needed to stop asking about it.

His mom sputtered, her mouth falling open as she tried to think of something to say. His dad just glanced between them, continuing to eat. He almost liked his dad's indifference- he never pushed him to do anything. His mom got a glint her eye- the look she gets when she's angry. Shit. Nathan abruptly stood up, pushing in his chair and grabbing his school bag. "I'm done," he mumbled, before rushing out of the house without giving his mom a chance to yell at him. He had provoked it, but that didn't mean he was going to deal with it if he didn't have to.

He actually went straight to school for once- he wasn't sure why. There wasn't anything for him there. But something just made him show up with out really thinking about it.

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