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Morning routines usually stayed the same for Albert despite his surroundings changing all the time. Apartment slums to Caelbury dorms, NJ trash heaps to Cali sunshine, mold ridden bathrooms to pristine washrooms. Albert sighed at the thought, staring pointedly at his own reflection in the untouched mirror before him. Really, despite all the changes around him, he still failed to change himself one bit. How dreary. Al shook himself away from his own stare after a moment, glancing down at the water running noisily into the white sink, and with another hushed sigh he lowered his face down and returned to washing. Water splashed across his face, droplets caught on his white undershirt and doused his hair in a chill he really wanted to avoid, and once he felt the feeling of last night’s bad mistakes fade away into nothing he straightened and reached for a towel.

Al stumbled back out into his dorm half-blind and groggy, rubbing the wetness from his face and hair while using his foot to seek out his bed, which he eventually tripped onto after allowing his ankle to collide directly with his still unpacked suitcase. He let out a soft groan into the sheets and blankets below his face, fighting off waves of lasting drowsiness that had yet to be swept away by the morning mood. He had to get up, he knew, but why was that again? Why? Thoughts, countless words he had seen over the years, flooded his mind with a headache and his eyes clenched shut. A faint murmur outside his window eventually brought him back from his half-daze, and he sighed. School… Right, school was starting today, and he was still lying around like a bum. Al let out another groan, shifting onto his back to stare blankly up at the ceiling.

It was his last year at Caelbury, right? Senior year, the last time he’d arrive at this school two days early. The last time he’d spend his days walking around the rich California neighborhood, calling out dames and dukes alike and laughing with acquaintances that he would later lose to school days. The last time he’d be able to see his friends, his enemies, and his teachers before the stress of college or work took over their lives. The last year of living in pristine, with money pouring out of every pocket he knew. Albert pursed his lips, grimacing at his own depressing thoughts. Last year of Caelbury, huh? A slight, devious smile crossed his lips, and he sat up slowly, running a hand through his blonde hair.

[i]Why not make it count?[/i]

Al moved about his room lazily, pulling on a makeshift outfit while allowing his glasses to hang loosely on the tip of his nose. As he spent more time preparing for the day, the sunlight outside grew, and the murmurs that had started awhile back soon grew into a mass of voices. Curiosity eventually drew his gaze down towards the main gates, and his eyebrows rose curiously at the mass of bodies beyond.

[color=daa520][b]”Dang, really? Paps here already?”[/b][/color] Al squinted passed wide-rimmed glasses, lips curling into a smirk. Excitement so early in the morning? Al assumed it to be a blessing, though many of the kids he swore he saw parting the crowds probably thought of it as a curse. Al wiped the smirk off his face with one thought, turned on his heels and took a few pacing steps around the room, gathering up whatever materials he could find to fill his backpack. 

Eventually, Al left his dorm behind, not really caring that the current state it was in was now more akin to a whirlwind wreckage than a room, and started the trek down towards the auditorium. It, like the rest of the school’s paths, was etched cleanly into his mind, so much so that he swore he saw a green line below his feet guiding him to his destination. Already his snide expression gleamed bright, and he walked with his back high and his head low and glaring. The usual Jersey waltz, a posture Al wore without really realizing it. Hopefully the few friends he was about to meet up with out correct his posture for him, but until then he creeped forward, one hand buried in his front pocket while the other closed around the pack strap over his shoulder.

Ahead of him, the halls varied, and familiar and unfamiliar faces appeared and vanished into forming crowds. The auditorium was close, and the start of his last first day was even closer. A half-smirk filled his stony face, and his mind whispered sarcastically;

[i]stop with the sentiments already[/i]