What the hell hour was it? Was the only thought that rummaged throughout the youth's mind, haphazardly stroking the back of his head as to ward of any dreary remains of a good night's sleep. After months of nothing but enjoyment and solitude with his neighboring buddy and faithful roommate, his PS4, and night upon night of staying up late, eating junk food and completely ignoring socialization and much more, sunlight, the vampire had finally etched his way out of his coffin and into the blaring's of society and fresh air. And it sucked! Pica could sense it at the center of his core, his back would hunch a few inches more the closer and closer he rode to his destination. And how he was essentially forced to join a school which he THOUGHT he didn't have the criteria or the interest in joining in the first place. His curriculum was painfully average, it didn't have anything remotely different from Monday to Friday, no after-school activities and much less anything concerning the betterment of his future career. If there was anything that could depict Pica's way of life, it would be that why try harder if you can do the bare minimum and get the same if not better results? The dreamers where those that needed purpose in life, that needed a sense of achievement and glory, needed to leave some sort of mark in the world if not their fragile existence would crumble before their very eyes. Pica's hopes of such shattered as soon as he stepped into the Earth as a newborn and gasped his first breath. All was preordained and he's somewhat glad it is. This life of simplicity and minimal worry befitted him, but that would be something Pica would continue to say if he wasn't on his way to FRICKEN GLADES FALL HIGH!
He didn't know how the hell he got here, he didn't know what kind of forgery happened or what sort of backwards universe he'd been thrown to! Normally, when the main character is thrown to a parallel universe there's monster people and beautiful elf ladies that eyes are as luminescent and bright as the moonlight gleam! And he, being at the epicenter of a different and unknown world would become its needed savior! He would be the chosen knight that would help the damsel in distress, gain the power of the chosen and defeat the evil and be known as a man of many prowess! BUT NOT AS AN HAS-BEEN ACADEMIC WITH NO INTEREST IN DOING ANYTHING IN LIFE! This shit actually sucked! His feet were almost magnetically going to anything that would elongate the trip towards the school, he went to that store with the cute clerk and he bought the usual garbage. He didn't know much about her, but his sister did and so Pica felt inclined to talk to her like any good Older Brother would to protect his sister of wry and dry personalities in her life. It wasn't at all because her hair danced with the shimmy of the wind like a graceful dance, not because her eyes are as brilliant as the surface carpet lit of stars we call the night sky. And it's definitely not because of a thing he has for older girls.
"Yo." This wasn't any normal yo, by the way, this was the smooth kind. The type he'd practice in front of the mirror a hundred times until perfection. It was all great, the delivery, the pacing, the timing. Everything till the last detail was great, she should notice such immediately, the gleam of her eyes would demonstrate it in an instant, but he can't be captivated by it. He has to also, play it cool like ice cream, baby. Yeah, this would certainly win him some points.
"Oh, Carmine! I haven't seen you since-" And there it was, the universe playing the devil's card right to his lap. He couldn't win could he? He forcibly placed the can of overpriced sugar water known as a
'sports drink' on the table to cut her off, before he continued
"You know I don't like being called that."
"Oh right, you're weird like that." There was no mercy behind those words and suddenly his endless hours of training had been flushed through a metaphorical toilet. Now he was not only in a bad mood, he was also slightly annoyed. "I'm just one of a kind."
"Said no weird guy, ever." He retort came with lightning speed almost as if she knew that this was coming, as she rang up his drink the boy gave her the exact amount of change before opening his beverage and drinking it without much pause.
"Heard you got into that prestigious school from your sister. Honestly, I knew you'd make it." Pica ignored her remarks for a moment indulging on his drink, it tasted horrible to be frank. The sugar mixed with a variant of flavors and carbonated all together just gave him the energy to move at a state that was enough to proceed with the day, as soon as such was exhausted out of his system he would crash and fall onto his bed, leaving all unfinished responsibilities to another day.
"Naturally." Her expression soured, there was a tone in Pica's voice that held a tinge of superiority over others, but more over, this was a sign of confidence he wasn't too privy to show to strangers.
"Aren't you heading over there now?" She continued, trying to pry into his affairs, but more over trying to dig out enough information to scold him about it too. Which Pica discerned immediately and responded with
"No, I'm just walking the dog. Tough little bastard, this one." "I see, never seen one walk into two legs... Almost." Again, quick with the retort. Shit he forgot to straighten up. Well not like he'd care much for it at this point, he took his drink and started to go to the school, just so the girl could call back to him and say
"Good luck, there... Carmine." The tone says it all, both a jibe and a call to action. It spoke to him in dread and jealousy almost. Not many were gifted or lucky enough to enter this highschool and I'm sure the cute clerk was one who wished to follow on this path as well. Pica flicked his tongue, looked at the hour and headed out. It was way too early for this shit.
Finally arriving, the can had already been depleted of any and all its contents and class has yet to even begin. Looking on all sides, the people here seemed to all follow a rigid pattern he hated. First was they were attractive, second was that they were attractive and thirdly was that they were attractive. Huh? Seems like the semester started out great, he looked at the bag which the clerk gave him at the end and like always, there it was, a piece of chocolate. He began to eat it even though it was super early, but who cares about health anyway? Live life to the fullest, but not really. Only went it matters and when it doesn't involve jumping out of a plane or going into extremely high merry-go-rounds just because your sister want to take a selfie with you at the top. Was that a grudge? He shook it off, almost like a bad habit. His mind was between this one dumb popular song he heard along the way which he couldn't help but mutter every small interval and trying to remember if the classroom was east or west. Maybe if he was late enough he just skip it all together. There were two individuals talking all the way there that kind of stood out, which meant that Pica was gonna stay as far away from them as possible. But first to find somewhere to throw this trash on, because he might not care about a lot, but he likes air and polluted air was gross.
