It was going to be a good day. Quincy was sure of that being fact ever since yesterday turned into today, about seven or so hours ago. He'd managed to get a lot done in that time, like getting groceries around two in the morning for him and his mom that he hoped would last them the week, and buying some cat food for the stray neighborhood cat that he secretly adopted. His mother told him to leave it alone but it was small, and black, and fluffy despite being stuck outside for hours and hours on end for who knows how long, with little white paws and a white tipped tail. His mother told him never to name anything that he didn't plan to keep, and that he shouldn't give anything a name because naming inanimate objects was something stupid people in the country did and that he couldn't keep any animals because they didn't have the money for it. But he named the cat anyway. He named him Zombie because it was cool. At least, he was pretty sure the cat was a "he." He never really investigated it.
He named his video camera too, even though his mother told him naming those things were dumb. It was old and beat up and kept together with so much duct tape that it was hard to tell the difference between the gray of the duct tape and the gray of the recorder, but it was his and he paid for it with his own money and Quincy loved it just the same. He named it Vague because most of the things it recorded were blurry, distorted, or just vague in general.
...But he was getting a little distracted here. Today was going to be a good day because he went out last night (or was it more like early morning? sometimes he got these things mixed up) and caught something on film that he was absolutely sure the others were going to love! He knew they were considering talking vampires today, so it only made him extra excited to think that the thing he caught on film was a real, actual, living, breathing one! It had to be. It totally, totally had to be. There was absolutely no way anyone could convince him that that thing on his camera wasn't a real, live vampire.
Quincy made sure his mother had already left for work before leaving his room with his video camera in plain view. He made a little makeshift holder for it since the last one had been ripped off by something by its previous owner. He kept it firmly gripped in his hand as he swung his bag on the opposite shoulder and headed out the door without bothering to grab anything for breakfast. He made himself lunch earlier after he got back from shopping, so all he had to do was grab it out of the fridge and stuff it into his bag before heading out to school. Although, it would probably be rational that someone who has hours and hours to prepare before getting to school should get there on time, Quincy still seemed to have a tendency to be a little later most days. However, today was not one of those days. He was actually congratulating himself on being a little early once he made it on campus.
There was no way he was wasting any time. Quincy arrived in classroom A-2 with a large grin on his face and his recorder baby out in front of him, as if it would automatically show them exactly what he wanted them to see. Obviously, it couldn't, and didn't, so he walked with it to the middle of the room, pushed the nice stack of papers out of the way--accidentally knocking them on the floor with a bright "I'll clean that up later"--and laid his recorder on the table to address the ones already in the room. "You'll never believe what I caught on tape last night. And I mean it for real this time!" His grin only brightened as he ejected the tape from the recorder and held it up proudly. "Guys, I swear I got a vampire on tape. Just wandering around like nobody's business!! It's the coolest thing ever! You're never gonna believe--oh wait. Yeah! You are! I have proof right here!"
He pursed his lips and looked around the room. One of the janitors had given him the rights to use this old, crappy projector that none of the teachers used any more ever since the school got a bigger budget to buy better equipment. His recorder was so old that it didn't even connect well with the computers. It was better to just take out the film and stick it in the projector. He swore he dragged it in the room the other day, but he guessed one of the janitors must of put it away somewhere. Oh well, he'd just look for it. "Wait, wait, I'll be right back. I have to get the thing." He was just about to head out again, when he realized he hadn't even greeted any of them. "Oh! Good morning, by the way!"