The fan made one more oscillation before it finally stopped and stayed still. You couldn't stop staring at it still though, maybe it's because of the absolutely horrifying idea of going to school that made your limbs cemented onto the bed.

As soon as you take a step off the warm embrace of the messy bed, you immediately slip on a pile of shitty swords and are sent spiraling to the ground into the heaping mess that is your room. Your name is Dave Strider and today is not your day.

You walk down the hall of your high school, a shitty place you really wish you weren't at. But hey it could be worse. Farther behind you hear someone being thrown into the lockers and their book bag kicked to the floor, everyone beginning to chant "fight!" and crowd around. Ok maybe it couldn't get much worse.

As you're trying very hard to keep your head down, you completely don't see the angry looking kid walking straight towards you. He was looking at the fight over your shoulder, causing you both to walk straight into each other and fall down like idiots, losing both your book bags in the process.

"Watch where you're going fuckass!"

"Why don't you pipsqueak?" you glare at the other boy for a full out minute, he was shorter than you with dark hair and a permanent scowl on his face. He was actually kinda cute in that sort of angry puppy way.

The onslaught of people kicking around your stuff finally makes you both forget it and grab your book bags then hurry on to class. Of course you never hurry, you always get there a moment just before the bell rang, looking cool as always.

This was no exception as you entered, plopping down in a desk in the back beside your best pal John.

"Pssst" he whispered.

"Dude, we sit right beside each other, you can don't have to secretly get my attention"

"I just do it because you hate that sound" he smirked. You rolled your eyes behind your shades and just opened your book bag, letting him ramble on about anything and everything having to do with shitty movies anyone else would be embarrassed to like.

Almost immediately you can tell something isn't right. This bag has actual class work in it, completed homework, an up to date planner, even a textbook that hasn't been used as a coaster several times over. This was not your book bag.

It hit you like a train wreck, that brat from this morning must have your book bag, how didn't you notice they looked exactly the same? But there was more than just your unattempted school work in your book bag. There were lyrics and music sheets, things you were pretty much willing to kill someone over at the moment. The idea of that little brat taking them made your blood boil.

Hurriedly your plowed through his entire book bag, why did this guy have to actually try in school? The job would be a whole lot easier if there was a lot less papers. You took out his planner as an attempt to find where he would be next. You stare blankly at the writing. What the hell was this Elvish?

The minute the class is over your bolting out the door without even saying goodbye to John. You had found the name a teacher he had so it was a pretty good chance he would be there. Of course it could be any period and of course it wasn't the period you had next. Fuck.

You actually end up going through the entire day without seeing him, just your luck. It was only after school when you were anxiously tapping your foot waiting for Rose did you see him. He looked angry and annoyed as always.

"Hey!" you yell in his direction, storming towards him. He doesn't even look at you, he just turns down the shaded alley towards the senior parking lot.

"Hey!" you yell again, this time he stops and turns towards you, "Dude you grabbed my bag this morning" a brief glance over at him shows it was no longer on his person, "where is it?"

He looks away, obviously feeling a tad guilty, "I, uh. It was your own damn fault for taking mine instead!"

"Dude what the hell did you do with it?"

"I threw it out fuckass! I wasn't going to carry around someone else's piece of shit!"

"I actually had shit in there! What the hell are you too good to not be a jackass for a day?"

"Fuck off!" he elbows you aside to get past.

"Why don't you just fucking go to hell' you grab him and shove him against the wall. He lashes out at you but you block it and deal him a heavy blow to the ribs, making him let out a speak and cough.

You're just about to dish out another when he practically screams in your ear

"GAMZEE!" for a moment you can hear the fuzzy sounds of your eardrum trying to recover before someone actually lifts you off the ground. And then before you can do anything you're being thrown in a bush, book bag falling to the ground as you sail through the air.

Your dizzy and hurt and bleeding and groaning and fuck this is a horrible day. You briefly see a huge guy help the little one up, grabbing the fallen book bag before continuing on to the parking lot. Fuck.