Zeke looked at the ceiling, wondering how the day would go, he was up already for 2 hours, most of the time thinking back to his old school and the friends he had gotten after, so many years...
A knocking on the door made him sit up as his mother called him for breakfast.
he sighed and looked up to the ceiling one more time, why he did not really know, his gaze wend back down to the door and as he got up suddenly the lights of his room started to get a live of their own, on off on off on off
"this crap again" he said as he ignored it and walked out of the room and into the kitchen.
"we really need to fix those damned lights" he said as he sat down.
"your dad already did, there is nothing wrong with them" his mother replied as she put his plate down.
"yeah, then what is it, my imagination? and you know I am old enough to make my own bread right?"
his mother sighed "I know, just enjoy my spoiling you some more and it might, things have been stressful and I guess you have been up for a while now and you wend to bed late, minds tend to play tricks when tired"
he did not respond cause, well she was right, he wend to bed late, got up early and this started to happen after moving here what had brought its own types of irritation so..., somehow she was always right when she was talking about him like this, guess that is a mother...

After a while he got up and pulled on his heel wheels, it may be a bit outdated by now but he still loves it, they are fast and he can walk whenever he wants, hell he is going to keep them on at school, not like they stand out anyway.
it took him like 15 minutes to get to the school and he was on time it seemed.
walking into the school he felt something, as if someone was watching him, but when he looked he did not see anything but a shadow of the gym building.
ignoring it, taking it as an other trick of the mind, he entered the building, collected his schedule and went towards his class.
sitting down quietly next to a girl that looked like she was a Hindi.