[u]5:30AM[/u]

Standing patiently with his eyes on the pot of boiling water he waited. This time was breakfast time for Troy, it had always had breakfast at this time, it had grown into something he did everyday even on weekends. He turned the nob on the cooker, and tipped the hand scorching water down the sink. Quickly he started scraping the skin off, he wanted to do it as quick as he could without the egg burning his hand, he tossed the 3 eggs into the container and began sat down with the mug ready full of tea , no milk no sugar, and strong, just the way he liked his brew in the morning.

Silently he ate his breakfast, trying to block the negative thoughts about today.

[u]6:30am[/u]

Troy made his way down the streets, the boy was powerwalking, not because he was in a rush, but because he felt it was good for his body. Every morning he would do 50 push ups, 5 sets of 10 before breakfast. He felt as if he needed to do more, but new he wouldn't keep to it, as he knew he would get lazy. The zip on the boy's grey rucksack thudded and clicked as if collided with the hard material of the backpack. He felt a little uncomfortable walking like this, already he could see people looking at like he was mad, his mother scolded him for walking like this, " bloody mad marching" she called it. 

[u]7:00 am[/u]

The boy had arrived a tad later than expected. He had enough time to quickly scan the board, and sigh himself. [B]"These people...Better not be faggots, or do stupid things when I'm around".[/b] His face looked like he had been slapped by a laughing donkey, it would be amusing than the things that were brewing up in his mind. He made his way to his class, and took a seat. 

He had his book ready, and pencil clasped in his hands, as if he were praying, however his eyes weren't closed, they were narrowed and tired, as if he had been walking all night without sleep.