Snippet #1689158

Zach woke up at 5 am in a cold sweat. It wasn't anything unusual, but it wasn't one of the most fun ways to greet the world in the morning. His nightmare seemed to be making an appearance each night, something that hadn't happened since he was back in Seattle. But he was pretty stressed lately. His last year of high school... what was he going to do after this? His past job experiences were exactly those one would put on a résumé.

For the next hour or so, Zach stayed in bed. He stared at his ceiling, just thinking. He wasn't really an intellectual guy, but it wasn't as if he could go back to sleep. He had deep-seated sense of watchfulness- it was hard for him to fall asleep and stay asleep. Most mornings he'd spend in a weird state of meditation. It was as if his mind just stopped. It was sort of welcome. He didn't want to be aware of the screwed-up planet he lived on.

Around 6:30 or so, he heard Peter getting up. The doofus was about as quiet and as sneaky as an 800 pound gorilla on crystal meth. He was a spastic little monkey wasn't he? But he really wasn't worth Zach's time. At least, not at the moment. Besides, if Mom knew he was awake, she'd insist on making him breakfast and all that lovey-dovey crap that he really didn't want to go through. So, until about 7:45 or so, he merely stared at the off white of his ceiling, mind just drifting in a sea of nothing.

When he did get out of bed his morning followed the usual routine. He pulled on a grey t-shirt, blue jeans, walked downstairs, and yelled for his mom to drive him to school. He arrived at school roughly five minutes late. The front of the school was deserted, all students already in their first classes. Zach exhaled harshly in annoyance. Another day with the pompous and pampered. What idiots.

But as he sauntered into the school, a familiar smirk settled itself upon his face. He may hate the kids here, but the school was his domain. He was on top- who didn't like that? Throwing his stuff into his locker, Zach began to walk to his Chemistry class. The class was already about ten minutes in, but Zach didn't make any effort to hurry along. It wasn't as if he was going to be a chemist.

Just as he rounded the corner, he smacked rather painfully into something. Or rather, someone. On the floor next to him was a dark skinned girl with black hair. He couldn't help but notice the rest of her body as well. Zach hurriedly picked himself up from the floor.