Snippet #2651321

Having only gone to sleep two hours prior, Cross was disgusted when he was awoken by his alarm clock. His aching body moved over to turn the alarm off and he could feel drowsiness trying to pull him back in the vile clutches of sleep. Rolling out of his bed and landing with a hard thump, he was in enough pain to keep his eyes open and wake his mind up. With his excitement from the first day of school completely diminished the only thing on his mind was being able to see the friends he had made again. When it passed his mind he had doubt on if he should be excited, but decided it was okay. As far as he was concerned, as long as he was working and stuck on watch there wasn't much else for him to do to keep him preoccupied, so friendship was a good way to kill the boredom.

As the sun began to shine through his windows, he walked over to close the blinds in an attempt to miss out on as much sun light as possible. He was very picky on when light was needed, preferring to keep the house as dark as possible. Having to walk around and be exposed to constant light during the day was not only a pain to his eyes, but it peeved him in a gut churning way. If there was one flaw to this easy job it'd have to be that. Still, he decided the money was worth the work. Making sure his house was as dark as the deepest part of the ocean, he put on his shoes, counted the number of messages on his answering machine, and left house, making sure to lock the door behind him.

During his walk to school he thought about how much fun and trouble he got into the day prior. He was excited to see if this day would give him even more entertainment. Remembering what Akira had said about the bread wars, he was ready to declare war on bread. He was going to kill all the bread he could for the winning prize. He wondered if that was the objective and had problems remembering the explanation Akira had given about the event. He was sure he wasn't too far off though and still pumped himself up for it.

..........................................................................

The test of his patience was hard, but he prevailed. He had fallen asleep that night in the corner of the store, the waiter who was serving him forgetting he was there because of his constant banter about waiting for someone. Joel hadn't realized how long he was waiting until he awoke the next morning and found the shop completely empty. Checking his phone, it was only a few hours before school was going to start, so he was sure that he was locked in the cafe until then. He spent the first hour switching between playing solitaire on his phone and thinking about how he was stood up. No. He decided not to take it that way after some thought. There had to be a reason. After all, they were both part of a busy organization where time is only a matter to the one who makes the calls, so he was probably called to do something else. Then Joel began to think of something else. What if he was called to wait on purpose? the very thought seemed preposterous, but wasn't out of the question considering the events of the past morning. He decided to think about it more over some coffee and a crepe. He made sure to put money on the counter for his usage and wouldn't usually resort to counter hopping, but he had never been stuck inside a store before with an empty stomach. He did make sure to clean his mess when he was done, so he hoped that the workers wouldn't be too made when they realized a pack of coffee and a crepe were missing.

The crepe filled the void of worry in his stomach and the coffee cleansed his guilt making him feel a hundred percent and ready for the day, which he planned on taking on normally as any other day. He hid in the bathroom until he heard voices and left a little while after the store opened. He made sure to text Godot, "Couldn't wait during school hours, but text me again if you want me to wait again," before entering the school building and then went to his homeroom class.