High-School is a Battlefield [Rated-R]
*Rated R for potential drug use, alcohol abuse, sexual suggestions and themes.
Beep. Beep. Beep Alexander slowly opened his eyes to the sound of the ringing alarm, just as he woke up more sounds became apparent to him. The ruckus made by his father getting everyone up before he had to head off for his own job as an architect with a private firm. The spit and sputter of whatever it was his mother was cooking downstairs. His younger sister crying, her young mind craving attention and his older sister, well... She was still asleep from the sound of it, or rather it should be said the lack of sound. Taking a quick glance at the alarm clock his eyes widened, "Six in the morning?" He asked himself, inquisitively. "What the-"
"Alex!" His father howled, causing Alex, still in bed to jump so hard that he literally fell out of the bed, the man's roar had caused his younger sister to cry even louder and in a more hysterical fashion.
"I'm coming!" He reassured his dad before bringing himself to get up from the carpeted floor which at this stage, he was almost ready to fall back asleep on. As Alex stood up straight his phone began to vibrate heavily on the desk that sat in the corner of his room with his sister's laptop resting on it. From next to his bed he could just make out what the notification said. A heavy feeling of dread and disappointment washed over him like a bitter cold ocean wave as he came to the sudden realization that his summer of lazy relaxation with no one and nothing (other than particular family members) to bother him; had ended.
Alex made his way to the pile of clothes that lay strewn in one side of his room as he decided today was not the day to get a mouthful from his dad. Pulling on a white t-shirt with a colorful pair of headphones printed onto them he looked down at the top, not wanting to look like a clown. Across the headrest of the headphone print was written 'Dirty Beatz', he decided it was suited. Exchanging his grey sweat pants, which had become his pajamas over the summer with a pair of dark grey denim jeans, slightly faded at the knee and they had a men's straight leg shape to them. As he was so slim he had to tie his black belt to a relatively impressive tightness to make sure they wouldn't sag down too far. Peeling apart his curtains he decided it was too bright outside which in turn registered as warmth to Alex and so avoided putting on a hoodie or jacket. Slipping into his unbranded skate-shoes that sat by his bedroom door he exited his room and his nostrils were immediately filled with the numerous scents associated with a fry.
After overhearing an argument between his parents from the upstairs landing, Alex decided it might be best to skip breakfast... He wasn't hungry anyway. Making his way back into his room he sat down on his bed and took the box of 'Amberleaf' tobacco that rested on his bean-bag chair. Rolling a cigarette he scavenged his bed for a lighter, finally finding one stuck between the bedside and the mattress he lit it up and took a long drag. Pushing open the window next to his bed he laid back to finish the smoke. Extinguishing the cigarette he brought himself to sit up and turn on his 'Playstation 3'. A game called 'F.E.A.R 2' was in the console already and in his mighty laziness he decided this was the game he would play, not wishing to grab another game from his desk.
((Will finish this later but feel free to start)).