Isaac yawns as the first weak signs of the early morning light stream through his blinds. Rubbing his eyes, he looks from his book at his window, watching as the sunlight slowly gains strength. Another all-nighter, he thinks regretfully. And today's the first day, too. Not really a good start.
Closing his book, which was an old copy of Shakespeare's tragedies, he stretches and walks to the bathroom of his small, one-room apartment. After his shower, he throws on a white t-shirt and jeans and pours some cereal. Glancing at the clock, he sees that he has roughly an hour and a half left, which was good, since he lived about half an hour from the school. Ten minutes later, he puts his empty bowl and used spoon in the sink, grabs his bag, and walks out the door. Suddenly, he realizes he forgot something. Turning around, he walks back into his apartment, grabs his book from his table, and leaves, opening back up to where he left off. He was halfway through Hamlet's soliloquy when he hears him. It's not even seven o'clock yet, and you already have your nose buried in that thing.
I don't need to hear it, Isaac tells Vincent, his alter personality.
I'm just saying, what if you're walking along, focused on that book, and something happens?
The only reason you're concerned is because if I died, you would too, Isaac snaps.
Naturally, Vincent unashamedly admits.
Arriving at the school, Isaac closes his book and looks at his watch. Instead of only taking him half an hour, it took him forty minutes to arrive, giving him ten minutes to find his class. Schedule in hand, he walks in and finds it relatively easy. He walks in and sees he wasn't the first to show up. Smiling, he nods at the girl already sitting down and takes his place near the back of the room. What are you doing? Vincent yells at Isaac. Go sit next to her! Ignoring him, he opens his book back up and finishes "Hamlet" and moves onto "Julius Caesar."