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Six o'clock ante meridiem. That was the pretentious way of reading his clock wasn't it? The L.E.D. alarm clock glowed red but made not one peep as it was an hour before his mother began breakfast and an hour before he was supposed to awaken. In truth he'd been having trouble both sleeping and staying asleep, but not to the degree that he wanted to diagnose himself with insomnia. His sleeping patterns weren't horrid by any means (he never napped spontaneously fell over in class) and he even enjoyed the increased up time but he was sure that people would start noticing. His mother was always such a busybody. Eventually she'd insist he see a doctor.
For now, he would enjoy the extra hour of morning that he had, the Leland time as it were. Being in a household with four other siblings, he often had to share the bathroom, kitchen, and even his own room with that of the other kids since a four bedroom apartment simply was not enough to house six people. Each of the children shared a room with Scarlet being the sole exception. Typically, Leland had the privilege of using the master bath since he had "older brother rights", but in times of duress (by which he meat Scarlet falling asleep), his mother left him to fend for himself amongst the other two bathrooms.
Grabbing his usual, semi-formal wear (the school was rather unclear as to whether or not they required uniforms) from his closet he headed into the unoccupied bathroom and took a quick shower to further remind himself that he could no longer sleep according to his own schedule. He needed to start thinking about scholarships, college applications, and perhaps finding another job if he could help it. As much as he enjoyed guessing the mystery job that allowed his mother to continue spoiling them he wanted his own source of income and a car if he could help it. Mother is busy enough driving the twins around.
By the time Leland time ended seven came and past, making him the first to see a feast for the siblings and an egg mitt for him.
It kind of sucked having school on the opposite side of town.
The bus, as usual, was nothing worth writing home about but school provided him some entertainment in the form of drawing. His calculus teacher merely went over the homework and taught concepts he'd already learned over the summer. Yeah he was one of those kids. It hadn't been planned per se, but the dead silence every time the teacher asked a question cringe. Had these people merely looked on Chegg and called it a day? It made him embarrassed to be from the same country, so much so that he turned to playing with his phone and tuning out the rest of class.
Fourth period made him even sadder, if that was possible. While English literature wasn't meant to be particularly exciting he loathed to think that high school students were butchering it. As much as he didn't enjoy reading out loud, hearing volunteers stutter out Shakespeare hurt him in all sorts of ways.
If only there were something to interrupt the class.