The alarm rang loudly next to my ear. It felt like a repeatedly struck gong was placed right next to my head. I slowly got out of my bed and dragged myself to my closet. The words, first day of school, groaned horribly in my head. The summer was uneventful and school was going to be hell. I picked out an old worn out flannel and jeans to wear. Without rushing at all, I struggled to put on the tattered clothes. They smelled horrible lies and rumors. This is exactly what this state and my school are built on. The kitchen was empty, signaling that I was the only one awake. I looked in the fridge for breakfast and found an egg and 6 mini sausages. After looking at the almost empty refrigerator, I made a mental note to remind Dad to go grocery shopping soon. I searched every inch of the kitchen for a clean pan to cook on and as soon as I found one, I immediately turned on the stove and placed the pan on the stove. I crack the egg and let it sizzle while I grab the cupboard that holds all the plates. I place the small plate next to the fire and quickly turn the egg over to cook the yolk. I do the same with the six sausages and place them near the egg. I smile. It's been a long time since I cooked for myself and it ended successfully. Before I can even sit down, I hear the waking dragon of man stinking and raging hormones, as my wonderful stepbrother David visibly smelled like food. Being the beast that he is, he snatched the plate from me, then smirked and asked sarcastically, "Oh, I'm sorry Alan. Were you going to eat that?" I looked. “Yes…” I said, letting out a small sigh. "Awe, well that's a shame. Maybe you could go suck some cock somewhere for a break... middle of paper..... .look at me." As you should know, Truman is new here. But he doesn't like his seat...” Truman continues to stare, causing whatever is in my mostly empty stomach to suddenly start to appear. “Would you mind if you two swapped?” » He asks, but I'm too worried about spitting chunks everywhere. This guy's eyes are putting some serious pressure on me and I don't know why. “Alan calls me and when I open my mouth to try to answer the question?” » asked, I start to think how stupid it was to do that. I lose everything in my stomach and vomit all over Mr. Foreman Christ. Laughter erupts in dismay from me and Mr. Foreman. who, surprisingly, seems understanding. Run away. That's what the voices in my head are screaming, and that's exactly what I do. I know exactly what's happening now, and I honestly hope this new one doesn't..