Give or Take a Few, chapter 1
The music quickly amplified until the noise stirred him into existance. For a minute he was dazed about what he had put in his CD player that sounded so aweful until he remembered that last night he had been jamming to an oldies tape he had found in his mother's glove compartment. Looking over at his bedside clock, the red light told him 6:00 a.m., but his brain screamed too fucking early. Rolling over, he buried his head in his pillow and waited for 6:02 to come so he could finally crawl out of bed. Rolling back over, he saw the clock read 6:03, so he sighed and sat up. First rubbing his eyes, then moving down to scratch his chest and pop his neck.
Mondays. Why is it so hard to wake up on Mondays? Before he left his room, he grabbed a fresh pair of boxers folded neatly on his dresser (courtesy of his mother) and proceded to the bathroom. Turning the shower on, he removed his boxers and stepped into the water, instantly regreting that he hadn't waited a few more seconds to let it warm up. "Shit shit shit!" He turned the hot water knob a few degrees to the right in order to get the warm flowing faster, only to be scolded. Eventually the temperature panned out and he resumed with the same routien of shampoo, rinse, repete, conditioner, rinse, soap, rinse then get the fuck out because the water was getting cold again.
6:34 already and he was walking down the hall with a half eaten microwaved waffle in his hand. He stopped half way down the hall and looked into the room on the right. The first thing he saw was the green nightlight beside his sister's bed. "Time to wake up, punk." "Mmkay, Coda." Even though his name was Dakota, she has called him Coda ever since she could talk. Her name was Marissa, and he called her Izzy. Just for the fun of it. Plus, it was cute to call a 6 year old Izzy. Sort of. She was pretty cool for a 6 year old though. She wasn't the kind who played with barbies and wished for a My Little Pony for Christmas. She was the kind who snuck into her brother's room while he was out to try and play his guitar. She was the kind who took his skateboard from the garage when her mom was shopping and skated down the driveway not caring what she ran into. He appriciated his mom for having a kid like that.
After catching the bus and sitting in the back with the other kids who wore nothing but black and played poker every morning between the alse, he finally arrived at school. It was his second year at Trenton High. It felt like his 8th. He was forced to stand outside with the 30 something other teenagers huddled together for warmth in the mid-winter-7:26a.m.-wind. Did I mention that it was sorta cold in West Virginia in winter? 4 minutes later the bell rang and the whole croud struggled to fit through the double doors as more cars pulled up to unload kids. Trenton High was tight when it came to security. They had police in the halls during classes and they has a station at each of the 2 main doors where every morning they pulled kids at random to get their bags checked and their bodies scanned by a metal detector. Dakota was lucky only to have that done twice in his life. Both times he was lucky enough to forget his lighter at home.
The 16 yearold climbed the stairs at the north side of the building and proceded through another door where he found his same old beaten locker beside the first door on the left. It took him 2 tries before he finally got the combination right. The split second he pulled the door open, a mess of papers flooded his Etnies. He cursed himself out loud for not shoving those papers in his binder like he should have instead of throwing them ontop of everything and leaving it there for that to happen. Picking the mess of papers up and shoving them back in his locker, he shut the door and sighed. The top part was still open. He kept his A day books in the top part of his locker because he had less amout of work in those classes, and less work means less books, and less books means less locker space. So hurrah for Geometry and English. Not really.
He stopped by his first period first, which was English. After leaving his books on a desk he dashed out of the room before his teacher, Mrs. Leslie, could pester him about his sudden drop in grades. Making a bee-line for the library, he didn't stop until he got to the glass doors. Plushing them open, he noticed right away his friends were already there. How'd they always beat him?
"DAKOTA!" Crystal lept up from her seat and ran to jump on him. The two have always been close. Ever since they first met in 3rd grade they were destined to be best friends.
"Hey Crystal. How's the arm?"
Crystal had broken her arm about 2 weeks ago due to a skateboarding accident involving a roof, a car, a bush, and pain.
"It's getting better."
"Hey Cody," Jason called from his seat. He was playing chess with Autumn, who was kicking his ass big time.
"Hey Jase, hey Autumn."
"Hey sexy, get over here, I'm about to cream this guy." Autumn smirked at Dakota before returning to the game. "Check."
"Hurry up then, the bell's about to ring." Crystal rolled her eyes and sighed. Autumn and Jason were so competitive when it came to... well... anything.
"CHECKMATEFUCKER."
The librarian glared at them from the other side of the library at her little desk. She had hated them ever since freshman year when Autumn and Jason went into a hard core thumb wrestling match and knocked over a shelf of books. It made them laugh every time her face turned a bright shade of purplish red.
Jason looked at his watch. "Okay, the bell's about to ring, let's go." And indeed, a few seconds after he finished that sentence the bell rung.
"You nerd... setting your watch by school time.." Autumn punched him playfully and slung one arm around Jason and the other around Dakota. "Did I ever tell you guys I loved you?"
Mondays. Why is it so hard to wake up on Mondays? Before he left his room, he grabbed a fresh pair of boxers folded neatly on his dresser (courtesy of his mother) and proceded to the bathroom. Turning the shower on, he removed his boxers and stepped into the water, instantly regreting that he hadn't waited a few more seconds to let it warm up. "Shit shit shit!" He turned the hot water knob a few degrees to the right in order to get the warm flowing faster, only to be scolded. Eventually the temperature panned out and he resumed with the same routien of shampoo, rinse, repete, conditioner, rinse, soap, rinse then get the fuck out because the water was getting cold again.
6:34 already and he was walking down the hall with a half eaten microwaved waffle in his hand. He stopped half way down the hall and looked into the room on the right. The first thing he saw was the green nightlight beside his sister's bed. "Time to wake up, punk." "Mmkay, Coda." Even though his name was Dakota, she has called him Coda ever since she could talk. Her name was Marissa, and he called her Izzy. Just for the fun of it. Plus, it was cute to call a 6 year old Izzy. Sort of. She was pretty cool for a 6 year old though. She wasn't the kind who played with barbies and wished for a My Little Pony for Christmas. She was the kind who snuck into her brother's room while he was out to try and play his guitar. She was the kind who took his skateboard from the garage when her mom was shopping and skated down the driveway not caring what she ran into. He appriciated his mom for having a kid like that.
After catching the bus and sitting in the back with the other kids who wore nothing but black and played poker every morning between the alse, he finally arrived at school. It was his second year at Trenton High. It felt like his 8th. He was forced to stand outside with the 30 something other teenagers huddled together for warmth in the mid-winter-7:26a.m.-wind. Did I mention that it was sorta cold in West Virginia in winter? 4 minutes later the bell rang and the whole croud struggled to fit through the double doors as more cars pulled up to unload kids. Trenton High was tight when it came to security. They had police in the halls during classes and they has a station at each of the 2 main doors where every morning they pulled kids at random to get their bags checked and their bodies scanned by a metal detector. Dakota was lucky only to have that done twice in his life. Both times he was lucky enough to forget his lighter at home.
The 16 yearold climbed the stairs at the north side of the building and proceded through another door where he found his same old beaten locker beside the first door on the left. It took him 2 tries before he finally got the combination right. The split second he pulled the door open, a mess of papers flooded his Etnies. He cursed himself out loud for not shoving those papers in his binder like he should have instead of throwing them ontop of everything and leaving it there for that to happen. Picking the mess of papers up and shoving them back in his locker, he shut the door and sighed. The top part was still open. He kept his A day books in the top part of his locker because he had less amout of work in those classes, and less work means less books, and less books means less locker space. So hurrah for Geometry and English. Not really.
He stopped by his first period first, which was English. After leaving his books on a desk he dashed out of the room before his teacher, Mrs. Leslie, could pester him about his sudden drop in grades. Making a bee-line for the library, he didn't stop until he got to the glass doors. Plushing them open, he noticed right away his friends were already there. How'd they always beat him?
"DAKOTA!" Crystal lept up from her seat and ran to jump on him. The two have always been close. Ever since they first met in 3rd grade they were destined to be best friends.
"Hey Crystal. How's the arm?"
Crystal had broken her arm about 2 weeks ago due to a skateboarding accident involving a roof, a car, a bush, and pain.
"It's getting better."
"Hey Cody," Jason called from his seat. He was playing chess with Autumn, who was kicking his ass big time.
"Hey Jase, hey Autumn."
"Hey sexy, get over here, I'm about to cream this guy." Autumn smirked at Dakota before returning to the game. "Check."
"Hurry up then, the bell's about to ring." Crystal rolled her eyes and sighed. Autumn and Jason were so competitive when it came to... well... anything.
"CHECKMATEFUCKER."
The librarian glared at them from the other side of the library at her little desk. She had hated them ever since freshman year when Autumn and Jason went into a hard core thumb wrestling match and knocked over a shelf of books. It made them laugh every time her face turned a bright shade of purplish red.
Jason looked at his watch. "Okay, the bell's about to ring, let's go." And indeed, a few seconds after he finished that sentence the bell rung.
"You nerd... setting your watch by school time.." Autumn punched him playfully and slung one arm around Jason and the other around Dakota. "Did I ever tell you guys I loved you?"
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