Chris woke up relatively early, three hours before school started. Maybe the anticipation and anxiety was getting to him. He sloppily rolled out of bed, hitting the floor face first. He sluggishly pushed himself off the ground and looked at himself in the mirror. He sighed and got his clothes ready for the day. He looked at the school uniforms and scoffed in disgust. He couldn't stand uniforms, let alone forced clothing. He took a shower and tried really hard to look presentable. He fixed is hair into a rather professional look. After he was done grooming himself, he ate breakfast before leaving. He made sure he went the right way this time.
Chris was halfway to school, backpack full, hair combed, and clothes clean and new. He wasn't too hyped for the school year, but he knew he'd have fun. He was very excited to see friends though. He was getting closer to the school, noticing trees and other plants along the path he took. He took a deep breath, enjoying the feel of the cool air. He closed his eyes as he walked, feeling the atmosphere.
Chris finally arrived at the school. His smile was small, but he was pretty happy. He looked around, seeing different social groups scattered around. He saw techy people, athletes, populars, and even the dreaded bullies. He was sure to avoid them. He walked around, looking for somebody to talk to, eventually having no luck. He sat on a bench in the lunch area, looking through his backpack to see if he had everything. He took all his books out, his binder, pencils, and pens. He smiled as he saw he was all set up. He awaited the bell for class to start.
