Meagan woke up rather early, like, 6:00 A.M. early. She always woke up at six, so she would have plenty of time to get her daily routine finished. Her whole morning had a strict schedule which she ALWAYS followed through with. Meagan would wake up at 6:00 A.M., Workout until 6:15, then she would sit down and eat breakfast with her parents at 6:20, hop in the shower by 6:45, She'd be dressed by 7:15, and would be out the door by 7:30, every day. She didn't talk to her parents much, mostly because they weren't a very 'warm' family. Her father was a very strict business man, and her mother was a quiet, timid woman. During her time at home she mostly spent it helping out around the house or studying.
Due to her strict father, she wasn't allowed to go places for recreation often. In fact, the few times she got to go shopping with friends was because her mother made up an excuse that Meagan needed the clothes... If it was completely up to her father, she wouldn't even have her 2011 Volvo S60 Sedan, he'd drive her to and from school himself to make sure she had a nonexistent social life after school.
She stopped to get an iced mocha on her way to school, seeing as she felt she'd need the extra pick-me-up, but as always, Meagan made it on time. Actually, Meagan made it to school early, as usual. She pulled into the parking lot, sighing a bit, sitting in her car as she watched students pour into the building. A good portion weren't here yet, but there was also the early birds like herself, or those related to school faculty that were drug along for the ride.
First day of her Sophomore year? No big deal, right? She thought to herself as she mentally prepared herself for the day ahead. She always had a plan, and regardless, she'd get through this year. Who cares if she lost all of her friends last year due to that incident? She'd make new ones, or maybe not. She didn't necessarily need other people to process day to day living. She knew she could get through this school year on her own, actually, she might do better without other students clogging up her spare time. Keeping her peers at an emotional distance would definitely help her focus on her college resume. So that was a perk, right? Besides, Meagan didn't really mind if she would be alone in a crowded building.
No one ever seemed to meet her expectations, so why should she continue to set herself up to be disappointed in those around her anyway? Being shunned by all her past friends would be a GOOD thing, she felt it in her bones... yet somehow she couldn't find the strength to exit the car. She had time, so she just took a sip of her mocha, hoping the extra oomph would get her feet moving. Her mind was dead set on rocking this school year, but her heart wasn't as convinced, nor was her stomach. She could feel the nerves practically eating her alive.
Zayden woke up early, mostly because he wanted to get to the art room before everyone started pouring in. His mother helped him gel his hair after he got out of the shower, seeing as he was hopeless when it came to styling his own hair. Once she was finished, he gave his mom a kiss on the cheek. He threw on his leather jacket and plaid scarf and was out the door shortly after. He hopped into his 2011 Ford F150 Ford and made a beeline for the school. He made it in no time, actually beating the crowd. He pulled into the parking lot, walking into the building, not really even giving the teachers recognition. In fact, he didn't even stop to give anything a second glance until he was in the art room. He immediately grabbed a canvas, some paint, and got to work. His brush strokes were quick and almost erratic.
No stroke that Zayden made seemed to be planned, actually to anyone who was watching they looked like an array of strokes on the medium that had no immediate purpose, but that was his favorite part about art. All kinds of pointless strokes would eventually create something amazing, it was how he envisioned life to be. A bunch of pointless events would eventually produce a fruitful life, or so he hoped.
He kept with the strokes, shrugging off his jacket and threw his scarf down with it, revealing a relatively thin, long sleeved gray V-neck shirt. He went straight back to painting, as if in a trance, but his focus, the way he stared at the canvas, he was truly enjoying himself. It was as if the brush was an extension of his arm. It came like second nature to him, like breathing. Though, he preferred painting at this hour so no one would disturb him. Actual art class was too noisy and a bunch of annoying girls would always crowd around him and try to flirt with him. It always ended up keeping him from finishing his piece on time....so he chose to come to school at the crack of dawn to get a head start.
This year couldn't be any worse than those before... but he had a horrible feeling something would interfere with his simple way of life. He had no clue what would be in store for him, nor would he ever imagine he'd end up in the Glee Club...but how could he? So far it ceased to exist. As he stood in the Art room, Zayden would probably never experience this much peace again, at least until graduation. He didn't realize just how much he should really take advantage of this moment and truly enjoy it. How many teens ever realized that they should REALLY appreciate a moment? In the end, that's all Zayden was deep down on the inside... a typical teen.. however, there was a lot more to him as you got to know him. He had plenty of ideals, he had ambition, determination, loyalty, and he wasn't easily pressured into things like most guys his age. If someone took the time to get to know him, they'd know Zayden was old fashioned, a very loyal and romantic person... If you can ever get past his tattoos and majorly anti-social attitude that is...