David woke up, as usual he was hungover. No hungover isn't the word for what he felt. He felt like some guy had taken a hammer to his head and kicked his balls. He diddnt feel like getting up, he diddnt feel he would ever get up. He rolled over to see the clock... Early. He still had time to rest up before the trip, it was a stupid trip any-who. He hauled himself out of his small bed and too his feet. Checking his small window he could see the sun coming down from the trees, and it burns. He recoiled back shutting the blinds as he did so. "Well I best be off" he got his clothes together, and by that he just threw together some clothes off the floor and bundled them into his bag. 

Grabbing the hold'll he raced down the stairs towards the street. Uncle Davidson was out, as usual. He grabbed a box of cereal and chugged the lot as he went out the door into the high-street. As usual at this time it was like a ghost town. None of the store fronts were open and all you could see were pigeons along the ground. He grabbed his bicycle and started peddling to the school. The only thing he had on him was an assortment of clothes, some cigarettes and a mobile phone "I hate these people" he laughed as he haired down the hill. Unfortunately the breaks are old and he couldn't stop, the sparks as the break-pads grind the wheel to no avail. The wheel was buckling as he arrived at the RV and coming to a abrupt stop in a bush. Looking up at the two girls "A little help here?"