Mary Rose was an early bird. But not by choice. Who would choose to get up so early in the morning? Especially a girl who had nothing to do but sit there and play her guitar. Mary was homeless, her parents died in a car crash when she was just fifteen. She has been on the streets since, and she is now turning sixteen in a few weeks. The nightmares of her parent's death haunted her every night. The reason she was up so early, she would always dream the same dream. It has been more frequent than normal. Maybe because today was the first day of the school year, and this was the time she thought most about her parents the most. Because she would need her parents to register her to school. She had no relatives, well, she did but they lived too far away and they never kept enough contact with them and they didn't realize that her parents were even dead. No one did.
That night. Her parents were driving her to her fifteenth birthday party. She had thought they forgotten about it, but little did she know, they were actually surprising her with a huge party. But it turns out, some other people had another party, got drunk and decided to drive on that night as well. They swerved and hit Mary and her parents in the car. Her father was killed instantly and her mother was rushed to the hospital. Mary still had some scratches and bruises but she wasn't hurt as badly as her parents. Her mother lost a lot of blood before she go to the hospital. Mary wanted to go into the ambulance, but they wouldn't allow her because her mother needed too much care, they didn't need a child in their way. So she ran, she ran away from that place, never looked back. She stayed a few nights without new clothes or anything under a bridge. She waited until it was safe to show herself and she went back to her house to gather things that she would need.
Now she is almost sixteen, just about a year on the streets. She hasn't thought about getting a job. One day she was playing her guitar, just with her open case, she loved playing guitar so this was a hobby for her. Suddenly a young woman came and put a few dollars in her guitar case. Mary didn't know why she did that. But still continued to play and didn't argue. It was money, something she desperately needed. Little by little people kept putting dollar bills into her case. She ended up with twenty dollars, enough to get something to eat that day and still have money left. So she continued on with this and this is how she got her money, instead of getting a job. So there she was playing outside of a coffee shop, singing to one of her original songs.
Jake was an early bird, much like Mary. But this was by choice. He loved getting up early and having the whole day to do whatever he wanted. Well, that is, until school started back. And that was today. Jake would always set his alarm for 4AM. And he normally got up at that time. He got his things together the night before, like always, and he had the whole morning to do his chores and then do whatever. Jake was also an interesting guy, he was also a neat freak. And an organized freak, he doesn't like to label himself a "freak" but that's what most people call him. He was fine with it because he knew that, he wasn't one. He just liked things to be neat and organized. And when things weren't organized, he would freak out. That's probably where they got the term..."freak" He didn't think about it till just now. Jake was up for hours. He didn't see the need to get ready right away because he had time. But now it was finally time to get ready. He made sure he knew exact ally what he was doing, what time, and how long it would take.
As I said...Freak. So he started with washing himself, and taking a shower. He combed his hair without drying, figuring he had enough time for it to dry on its own. He got dressed and wore a white t-shirt, and some normal jeans. Then he had to get his backpack ready. He looked around and didn't see his backpack, he started panicking because it was getting later. He had taken a longer shower than intended. He was pressed for time. He grabbed his shoes, threw them on and raced downstairs. "Mom....MOM! Have you seen my backpack?!" screaming down the stairs as he ran, he searched frantically for his backpack. "On the kitchen table honey!" his mother called back as she stood in the kitchen making breakfast. She started making a plate for him and set it on the counter. "No time mom" he said as he grabbed his backpack and started for the door. "But you have to eat something!" "I have money, I'll get something on the way" he spoke as he then headed out the door.
He walked to school, it wasn't that far from his house. He was worried that since his backpack wasn't in the right place, nothing in his backpack was. And he was right. He checked his watch before realizing, he still had some time before school. So he had time to go through his backpack and re organize it, and still grab something to eat. The coffee shop was near the school, so he decided to stop by there to grab something to eat real quick. Deciding to fix it while he was at the coffee shop, he slug his backpack over both shoulders and started walking in, he ordered a scone and sat down at a table. He dumped everything onto the table and started sorting it all out and putting it all back into his bag.