Fox grabbed three eggs along with four oranges and set them down on the chocolate swirl granite. His mother Marlene walked down the glass spiral stairs as her heels clicked along the way; she wore a raspberry red satin shirt under her unbuttoned pinstripe tuxedo. “Good Morning Firefox,” Her matching heels finally reached the bottom step.
“Hi…” Fox sighed as he tossed his Sunnyside-up egg into the pan; Marlene grabbed a seat at the island putting on her bracelet and fluffing her bob, occasionally picking at the granite. Her average brown eyes looked outlandish compared to Fox’s stunning green eyes, she noted the differences between him and her.
“I don’t know, Maybe I should skip.. I mean nothing says freak like coal for breakfast…” He said squeezing his orange into a stainless steel cup
“Your not a freak Fox…” retorted Marlene who was rolling her deep brown eyes.
“Get real mom I practically eat coal!” snared Fox “-and my skin, you can call it: tangerine, pumpkin, or raw sienna but lets face it! Its- orange…” He slumped down into the cherry wood barstool what had a nice, modern, geometric design on the cushion.
“-and ORANGE you just adorable!” Marlene chuckled holding up Fox’s glass of orange juice making him forcefully grab it out of her hand. Ever since Fox was a baby he has been getting more and more hostile, Marlene worries but often represses it; making her somewhat of a damn good actor.
“Fox, this is a new school not an execution. Just try to socialize honey… Make new friends.” Marlene proclaimed finally managing to lock her bracelet into place and admire her nails. “-You’re a normal seventeen year old boy like everyone else in your class” she continued “-and everyone in that school has problems of their own and if you just get along with people and keep your temper, everything’s going to be just fine.” She patted him on his scaly cheek, running her perfectly filed nails down it, the light reflecting off of his orange skin made her hand appear orange; like carrots with raspberry roots on the tips of her hands.
“Message received..”Fox tried not to complain, I mean anyone who heard Fox complaining would think he was just a bitch or a complainer. Marlene sighed flashing the ASL gesture meaning I love you. “Have a great day.” She thoughtfully said smiling, beginning to eat her breakfast; which happened to be two eggs, bacon and 2 pieces of toast.
“Love you too mom..” The front door slammed behind him as he set out to school.
“Actually that time it was…” She sighed frying her egg on the charcoaled pan, looking down into the dusty blackness “Rock on…”
Fox listened to the cars pass while kicking a can of Pepsi down the street, until it fell into the gutter. Chicago was calm in this part of the city: beautiful, modern buildings, few high-rises and a big collage that was only seven blocks away, a city like this reminded Fox of L.A, the place he had lived before his “father” died. A silver jeep filled with typical jocks who were prattling on about a girl at school named Hope who had recently disappeared of unknown causes.. Fox unwillingly approached them, triggering them to mock… Typical douchebag’s of high school.
“Hey check out the new guy..” the muscular jock who was driving announced to his colleagues, adjusting his mirrors pointing towards Fox “Oh! I am sorry! I thought there was some bird shit on my mirror, now I can see clearly it was just your face!” The driver was a tall, well-built man who obviously had way too much testosterone to spare. He floored the gas blowing dust in Fox’s face, burning the rubber of their tires in the process.
“Yeah, that was a good one…” his jaw tightened as he began to pick up the papers that had blown away in the gust. Fox hated the feeling of holding his tongue; He was the kind of man who always needed the last word.
Six and a half blocks of nothing later, he finally arrived at his new school, he gazed upon it stunned, unexpecting it to look so… Modern. The tall white marble building with jagged edges, tight creases and rolling curves panned over him like a stretching room. In fact, it almost looked like some fold you would find in an advanced origami book. He calmly approached the gates of the university, brushing his faux hawk upwards, pressing the marble callbox. A loud buzz was heard as a nasally, uptight woman unenthusiastically asked “Can I help you?” Fox coughed nervously, clearing his throat.
“Yes, Uhm.. I am Fox Markson.. I Uhm-“ a quick ruffle of papers was heard along with a screeching slam of a rusty filing cabinet, “Fox Markson, eh? Your twenty minutes late for class.. Do it again and you’re going to written up.” Fox stood up straight as the gold gates slowly opened flipping his collar up in a nonchalant manner. It was going to be a long day…