August 18th, 2015
The sound of a loud radio woke Jake up. His hand stumbled to find the snooze button, and he gave it a firm push. He got up, got his Bad Religion shirt (the one with the notorious "crossbuster" symbol), some jeans, and a pair of boxers. He went to the bathroom to take a shower. His mind was racing with thoughts.
A brand new house in my name, huh. My mom must've seen this coming, since all the money came from her savings.
Jake got out of his shower and dried off. The now legally emancipated man got dressed, and turned on the TV to provide some background noise. He went to the kitchen and started to mame breakfast. After making a large omelete, he checked the time. 5:30 A.M. He had plenty of time. He ate his meal, and went back to the bathroom to brush his teeth. It was the little self-care things that got him, even though he never got cavities. After finishing that up, he checked the time.
"I gotta get going." He grabbed two bottles of water, some Pop-Tarts, and put them into his backpack. He then grabbed the keys to his 1996 Chevrolet Camaro, and got into his car. He turned the ignition, and plugged in his phone to the auxiliary port. Heavy metal played through the speakers as he drove to school.