005 - Back to School

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The alarm went off and Mike instinctively swiped it onto the floor with a groan. A few minutes later he raised his head and blinked slowly a few times while orientating himself.

He got out of bed and began to get dressed for school. He had just slept and rested for two days straight on bedrest while his mother had taken him out of school on an authorized absence. He then sat down on the floor in the middle of his room with his legs crossed and began to do a simple breathing exercise that Nicole had learnt when she got into yoga during university.

He spent a good ten minutes meditating. His mind had been bothering him about a lot of stuff, like Dr. Strange said that there were Over fourteen million futures where the genocidal eco-terrorist won and only one where he lost. "And just by my existence this is not one of them." He muttered to himself as he got up.

He had managed to clear his mind for a bit, but it was too filled with stuff now for him not to get distracted.

He headed downstairs and saw that everyone else had left for the day. After checking he grabbed his saddlebag and headed into the kitchen. And after he had grabbed his new notebook from upstairs and slipped it into his bag. He grabbed a slice of lard cake that was under cover and quickly ate it.

He then grabbed his brown paper bag that contained his needed sustenance for the day and the letter on leaning on it, both going into his saddlebag.

He then leaves through the backdoor, he eyes the bicycle leaning against the backwall. He then heads to the front and begins to walk to school. 'It is only a fifteen minute walk anyway.'

He barely made it to class on time, only entering the school gates as the bell rang.

As he walked in he handed the letter to his teacher.

"Mister Cane, While I understand that because of your injury you were late today, I expect you to be on time tomorrow. I will also pass this note onto Mister Quinn." Said the teacher.

"Thank you for your understanding, Mister Finch." Mike said as he headed to his seat.

Class continued with all the subjects being boring but he pretended to pay attention.

At lunch break he sat at a table writing in his notebook. A few of his classmates asked him about his arm and he answered that it just broke every now and then.

The only person he told the truth to be his best friend, Jimmy.

Jim was a complicated story, but the tale of his friendship with Mike was simple. They just got along. Mike with his semi-rich parents. And Jimmy with his drunkard father as his only family. Sometimes Jimmy would eat with them when it got to the end of the month and there was no money for food left.

"What is that. And why was your birthday canceled." asked Jimmy pointing to his cast and then to his head, with a mischievous grin plastered to his face.

"I fell down the stairs and ended up in the hospital. Okay." Replied Mike with an annoyed look on his face as he continued to write in his notebook.

"Does that satisfy both your questions?" Replied Mike Questioningly as he rubbed something out in the notebook.

Jim had a look of curiosity as he tried to peak over the table at the book. To which Mike snapped it shut and turned his head to Jimmy. "What are you writing." asked Jimmy in a tone that said he would take the book if he did not give an adequate answer.

"I will show you after school okay." He said to which mike sat back in his seat and nodded slowly.

He then put his notebook away and began to open his lunch bag, it had an apple and a sandwich inside. He ate the apple while passing the bag to Jimmy who he had noticed was looking at it greedily.

"You have it, it's that stupid canned ham with apple sauce."

He was in fact hungry, but he knew that jimmy would never ask for food and was in need of it more.

"Hi." Came a voice from behind Mike as he took another bite of his apple. The voice made him flinch for a brief second before swallowing his bite and turning to the voice.

"Hello." He responded in a nervous voice. He stood there for a second before his over forty years of life experience kicked in and he straightened out his voice and said, "Umm, Hi. Sorry just distracted for a second."

The Girl Just responded with, "By what?"

He then responded with an embarrassed face while lowering his head. "You, Claire."

She just responded with silence for a few seconds as her face wet read before she said in a rushed tone, "Uhhh…I just wanted to say sorry about your arm hope you get better." She then darted off into the crowd. Her bright Auburn ponytail flipped onto her shoulder as she fled.

There was the odd giggle here and there as the crowd of students going back and forth eventually lost interest and moved on while he was thinking to himself. "I guess I have a thing for redheads."

Nicole found redhead really hot and while she loved all the over races and colours nothing could compete with a redhead. Mike on the other hand had had a crush on her since third grade and had got to know her quite a bit but was struggling to find the words to ask her out. He was brought out of his reminiscence by a tap on his shoulder. He looked over to it and saw jimmy wanting to ask him a question. "So when her you going to ask her out?" He said with a raised eyebrow.

Mike just shrugged.