Wake up at 5 am after 3 hours of sleep and… do whatever makes him feel alive. That’s mostly how his mornings would go if he had nothing important planned for the day or if he had no school but he did. It was hard adjusting to this new routine of walking to school or, if he was lucky, catching a ride with someone. It also sucked being without a car, thank you mother… but that didn’t stop him from enjoying life as much as it was possible after everything that happened. There was also nothing left to lose so if that meant he could go and get a new tattoo at 7 am and miss some classes, he would gladly do it. What was gonna happen? He’d have his mom yell at him for not focusing on school? Wow, imagine…
In a messy room, Ezekiel grabbed the first thing he could see - a black hoodie and black shorts, appropriate for where he was going first after walking out of the room. Okay, maybe he would first go and grab some breakfast at the nearest bakery and then go get a tattoo. That seemed like the smartest thing to do, right? Yes, so that’s what he did end up doing but he didn’t go to just any bakery… he went to his favorite, the one Pestanas owned. It was near his home so he’d spend a lot of time there, making friends with the owners and other workers since he… didn’t like being at home that much. He was barely at home, really and he wanted to keep it that way so he was always trying to find entertainment somewhere else. This bakery being one of those places. ”Good morning,“ with a sweet smile he would say the moment he’d open the door. Making small talk with everyone there, making sure their day started well and that they were well. Seeing other people happy was what kept him happy.
Grabbing his usual order, he left the place and walked down the road to his buddy, a tattoo artist he met a long time ago. A friend who did all of his tattoos and with who he liked hanging out. Spending almost two hours there before making his way to C High. Just in time when the bell rang meaning the first class was over… and what did he miss? He had no idea. It’s been almost two weeks and he still had no idea what classes he had and when. Fixing his hair under the hood, he smiled at students passing by him before reaching his locker. Throwing his good old backpack in, he grabbed the schedule he kept inside and leaned against the locker next to his.
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