Griffin A. Greene
“Griffin get up!”
The boy heard his mother yell for the umpteenth time. He let out an annoyed groan, his pillow over his head as he heard his mother walk into his room. The teen didn’t care about what his mom wanted, he wanted to sleep. Griffin heard his mother pace around his room, opening a window and turning off his radio that played, typically, throughout the night.
“I said get up!”
Griffin glared at his mother as she ripped his pillow away from him, causing blinding light to make him squint in his eyes. His ma was dressed in her typical business suit, her hair in a tight bun as she glowered at Griffin.
“Get the hell out of my room,” Griffin growled, sitting up. His mother rolled her eyes, her hands on her hips as she looked at him.
“Maybe you should get ready for school then,” She hissed as she stalked out of his room. Great, his mom was pissed at him again, and Griffin didn’t know why. He would most likely find out later, though. The boy groaned again, standing up as he went to take a shower.
After showering and feeling all squeaky clean, Griffin found some clean clothes, getting dressed. The outfit was a simple grey tee with blue jeans and converses. Looking in the mirror, Griffin smiled at himself, pleased with how he looked.
The boy then left his house, walking to school. The school wasn’t too far from where he lived, maybe a ten minute walk in the best weather. The teen noticed other’s watching him, but of course they would. Griffin recently almost ‘accidently’ set the lab on fire during an experiment. Maybe that was why his mom was pissed, having to pay about 500 dollars to the school for damages.
The boy shook his head as he looked at the school, the building loomed over him like a reminder of all the things he had done to the school; none that he regretted, either. Griffin watched as Lyra - Or Witch, as he liked to call her- try to park her shitty car while Mason berated her. While he didn’t like Lyra, Griffin disliked Mason more.
The boy’s face contorted into a smirk mixed with a snarl, watching as the girl parked her car. Griffin looked at Lyra, a coy smile playing on his lips.
“Morning, Witch,” He said before walking over to his little group of comrades.
As he reached them, his friends tossed him a water bottle. When Griffin opened the lid, the smell of alcohol hit his nose. He shook his head, tossing it back to Ryan.
“Trying to be a good ‘lil boy?” His friend sneered, taking a large gulp of the liquid. Everyone knew Ryan was a major alcoholic, although the teachers never caught him drunk at school. He just held his liquor a little too well.
“Yeah, because that’s what I am.” Griffin replied with amused sarcasm, a smile quirking on his lips.
“The hell you are!” Ryan crowed, the rest of the guys cackling in laughter.
Yup, typical morning.
“Griffin get up!”
The boy heard his mother yell for the umpteenth time. He let out an annoyed groan, his pillow over his head as he heard his mother walk into his room. The teen didn’t care about what his mom wanted, he wanted to sleep. Griffin heard his mother pace around his room, opening a window and turning off his radio that played, typically, throughout the night.
“I said get up!”
Griffin glared at his mother as she ripped his pillow away from him, causing blinding light to make him squint in his eyes. His ma was dressed in her typical business suit, her hair in a tight bun as she glowered at Griffin.
“Get the hell out of my room,” Griffin growled, sitting up. His mother rolled her eyes, her hands on her hips as she looked at him.
“Maybe you should get ready for school then,” She hissed as she stalked out of his room. Great, his mom was pissed at him again, and Griffin didn’t know why. He would most likely find out later, though. The boy groaned again, standing up as he went to take a shower.
After showering and feeling all squeaky clean, Griffin found some clean clothes, getting dressed. The outfit was a simple grey tee with blue jeans and converses. Looking in the mirror, Griffin smiled at himself, pleased with how he looked.
The boy then left his house, walking to school. The school wasn’t too far from where he lived, maybe a ten minute walk in the best weather. The teen noticed other’s watching him, but of course they would. Griffin recently almost ‘accidently’ set the lab on fire during an experiment. Maybe that was why his mom was pissed, having to pay about 500 dollars to the school for damages.
The boy shook his head as he looked at the school, the building loomed over him like a reminder of all the things he had done to the school; none that he regretted, either. Griffin watched as Lyra - Or Witch, as he liked to call her- try to park her shitty car while Mason berated her. While he didn’t like Lyra, Griffin disliked Mason more.
The boy’s face contorted into a smirk mixed with a snarl, watching as the girl parked her car. Griffin looked at Lyra, a coy smile playing on his lips.
“Morning, Witch,” He said before walking over to his little group of comrades.
As he reached them, his friends tossed him a water bottle. When Griffin opened the lid, the smell of alcohol hit his nose. He shook his head, tossing it back to Ryan.
“Trying to be a good ‘lil boy?” His friend sneered, taking a large gulp of the liquid. Everyone knew Ryan was a major alcoholic, although the teachers never caught him drunk at school. He just held his liquor a little too well.
“Yeah, because that’s what I am.” Griffin replied with amused sarcasm, a smile quirking on his lips.
“The hell you are!” Ryan crowed, the rest of the guys cackling in laughter.
Yup, typical morning.