Paul picked up the small glass of water, quickly downing it and gurgling, his morning routine. "Hah. Gay." Spitting out the mass of toothpaste and water, the dark-skinned male sighed, pressing his hands against the table and staring into the cracked old mirror, right into his reflection.
"Another shitty day."
With a sigh, the teen turned off the tap water and leaped into his shower. He was most-likely really, really late for school, but honestly, he didn't care. The only reason he was going was because his aunt wanted him to succeed, and he already had a future job in store.
The cold water was turned on with a spray, and Paul lazily continued his morning routines.
Paul slipped on his normal clothes he usually wore - black leather hoodie, white t-shirt under that, blue jeans, and white parkour-sponsored converse. He slipped on his watch, a gag he had Ricky make that shocked anyone who touched the upper part. His old white Sprint phone, some shitty thing he took from his aunt, was stored inside of his pocket. "Fuck the backpack." he muttered, slipping his keyring, and pocketknife, into his jacket's pocket. Could never be too careful, after all.
After making sure that he had anything, Paul locked his door and jogged out of the house, instantly taking to the shady shortcut he had mapped out a day before.
Paul slipped through the school gates, quickly spotting Ricky sitting at a bench somewhat close to the university's entrance. A smirk made it's way onto his face, and he greeted his friend.
"Yo, Ricky! Whats up, man?"