Myne shot up in bed like he'd been yanked from underwater. Breathe hitching, skin soaked, his shirt clung to him like some sort of second skin.
He blinked through the darkness, clutching his forehead. The nightmare was already slipping through the cracks of his brain, just flashes remained. The Scene of a room, his friends, just sitting there not saying a word like mannequins or statues. Nothing dramatic, no blood, no screaming. Just silence, a silence so loud it was the worst part.
Before he could sort through the fog. Overlapping his mind, his alarm clock screeched to life like a dying banshee.
'BZZZT BZZZZZZZZZZZT BZZZ!'
"Holy Sh-!" Myne slapped the thing with a groggy fist, nearly knocking it off the nightstand. "Good morning to you too, demon..." Myne groaned rolling his eyes. He sat there for a moment, half-drenched in sweat staring at the ceiling of his crusty room.
Welcome to Constant City.
After peeling himself from his bed, Myne began his morning routine, he always said was authentic and easy in this part of the capital.
Teeth: brushed.
Face: washed.
Hair: perfect, obviously.
Shower: too cold but he survived.
Stepping out the bathroom wrapped in a towel, Myne caught sight of his room and frowned, piles of laundry like miniature mountain ranges. Three-day-old takeout boxes sulking in the corners just like his downturned mood. And a sock stuck to the ceiling fan. How? He didn't even know himself.
"This room is like a darn maze of trash, if dad saw he would snap," he muttered nudging a pizza box with his foot. Then, after a pause: "Oh, I forgot to introduce myself, I'm Myne. Myne Winchester. I live in a box that legally qualifies as a room and in a city that legally qualifies as a nightmare; Constant City."
He opened the window, letting in the muggy city air; the scent of smoke, spice, and something vaguely like washed up dirty perfume.
The Cool breeze of the early morning filter through his windows pressing his bare torso like the reminder that he should be getting ready for school.
"My nightmare of school life is calling." Myne leaned on the windowsill his elbows resting on the wooden frame, closing his eyes as he inhaled and admired the way his hair strands felt being blown by the Cool breeze. He looked almost peaceful except for the fact that he had school in a couple hours. Bummer.
Moving from the window he headed to his closet, pushing the siding doors to the side to see the half empty closure. "Forgot to do the laundry again..." He reached into the closet pulling out a blue flannel shirt and jeans. Since the start of the year, his wash pile had evolved into a self-sustaining ecosystem, possibly sentient because he was extremely lazy.
Nasty.
With his school bag slung over his shoulder and the last button of his flannel twisted into place, he jogged downstairs, skipping the third step that always squeaked like a rat getting strangled since like the 3rd grade, or the 4th, he had bad memory.
"Mom?" He called out when he hit the living room. No answer. He glanced around. The couch untouched as the pillows he had thrown around on the couch when he was watching a horror movie were still messily in their original position. The television was off and the whole place had that stale silence that creeps in when someone leaves in a hurry. Curious as usual, Myne poked his head into the kitchen and then stepped fully in.
No mom but there was a plate of pancakes sat on the counter, neatly covered in plastic wrap, a little note stuck to the top with a pink heart-shaped sticker.
He peeled off the yellow sticky notes and read his mother's familiar rushed handwriting: "Had to run to the store early. Pancakes are yours, of course. And don't be late for school again, Myne - Love mom" with a scribbled less than sign with a three behind it like a cartoon heart.
He stared at the Note for a second longer than necessary before a sincere smile snuck up to his face. "She's getting better at this whole single mom thing while dad's not here." Myne chuckled, opening the plastic wrap, pausing to go grab a fork from the utensil drawer.
Using the fork to gently press down on the pancake, creating a starting point for the cut, Myne rocked the fork slightly continuing to separate for a bite-sized piece, Myne took a bite of the pancake and nearly choked to death.
The pancake was dry and flaky instead of fluffy.
Coughing up a storm he moves over to the fridge to pull out a jug of water and chugging straight from the source, he's so lucky his didn't start choking again after water went up his nostrils.
"On second thought, she should stay out of the kitchen."
Myne has his ears plugged with his beloved earbuds as he walked down the lane listening to music he downloaded from some online music downloader as he made his way to his second nightmare of the day.
Queston High or Queston Academy, whatever felt better to you since it's never that serious. Queston Academy has been around since the 1800's a prestigious school that was reconstructed a million times to make the site safer for the students.
"Still can't believe I had a nightmare, it's been forever. Or at least I think so?" Myne murmured as he switched to a different song on his playlist.
The nightmare he had this morning still nagged at him, it was just different. Weird. New, like a message of some sort. He wasn't superstitious. At least he didn't believe he was. What was the point of believing those stuff when science always debunks the mystery, except Annabelle; that movie scared the heck out of him when he was young.
"Beeeeeeeep!"
Myne looked up from his phone to see Christopher honking his Blue Dodge Charger EV.
"Yo Myne!" Christopher waved out his car window, a grin on his face.
Christopher McCoy, Captain of the Football team, opposed to the blonde theory, he's on the go a basic blonde with a big brain and a bright future.
"You scared the shit out of him Chris." His sister opened the passenger seat her fresh Nike Sneakers stepping out and touching the floor.
Christina McCoy; twin sister of Christopher and of course just like her brother she was a part of the whole football and cheerleading scheme. Second in command of the cheerleaders and her daddy's favorite child. And unfortunately one of Myne's friends.
Unfortunately.
"Morning Christina and Christopher."
Myne waved walking over to the twins. "What's up?" Myne took out his earbuds putting them in their case and slipping it in his left back pocket and his phone in his right back pocket.
"Nothing much dude, except Little Chrissy over here was nagging me because she didn't get to finish doing her hair when I was ready to leave."
Christopher pointed at her hair with a mocking look on his face, as usual. "Your hair looks perfect though." Myne complimented staring at her lengthy straight hair.
"I know, honey. But it could use some more work." She smiled at Myne pinching his shoulder with his fingers turning to glare at her brother before they started going back and forth in a sibling argument.
Next came Gracie pulling up to the scene on her bicycle her hair blowing in the wind, good thing she didn't wear wigs 'cause it would've gone 'woosh' right off.
Gracie Stuart, brunette, blue eyes. Christina's favorite 'friend'. Part of the swimming team and very pretty- words of a fan of her.
Is everyone athletic except Myne? The answer to that question would be: Definitely.
"Guys! You'll never believe what I heard on my way here!"
Annnndd a total Gossip. Yeah that's half of the group, Michael and Jonathan are probably already at School and Emily has been sick all weekend, heard she had a cold but a rumor is going around that her sugar daddy died. Rumours are so weird.
There was once a rumor about Christina and Chris kissing at a party, they were fuming when they heard the rumor. Even got the one who started the rumor expelled for defamation. Yikes.
And lastly there's Nike Wright. Leader of the friend group and a total acclaimed 'bad-boy' by the school because he rides a bike and has piercings like any teenager that barely got acknowledged by their busy parents. Unlike everyone else in the friend group, Nike is all the way from Vin Metro a city on the other side of the world rather than Constant City.
And that's about it.
Myne wasn't famous, but his friends sure were and they loved keeping him around. And here comes another day of Senior year.