The air was cool and crisp as Aidan jogged down a street light-lit road of town. His breath instinctively kept in rhythm with his feet and his attention was on the soft rock music playing through his earbuds. Aidan always believed a jog was a good way to start one’s morning. He ran a different route every morning to keep things from getting too monotonous. Aidan slowed his pace down to look at his watch, “6:01A:M.” It’s already been half an hour since Aidan started running. It was time to start heading back home. Aidan returned to his normal pace, and soon enough, concrete gave way to dirt as he turned off the sidewalk and into the forest. Aidan dodged low-hanging branches, jumped over logs, and splashed through the occasional small stream. He emerged into a more suburban area, though the houses were spaced out further than most suburbs. Aidan continued running up the road for a bit longer before turning into his family’s driveway, and bringing his morning jog to an end. 


Aidan stepped into his family’s home. He entered the small foyer. A flight of stairs led to three bedrooms, including his own, and a bathroom. The hall on his left opened to the kitchen which connected to the dining room, and then the living room, which the hall on his right also opened to. A mirror and small table flanked the door, with an assortment of keys and knick knacks, including a family portrait, sat on top. Aidan quietly made his way up the stairs. From the crack below the door to his parent’s room, he saw a light flicker on, indicating his parents were just now getting up. Aidan entered the bathroom, and got in the shower. Aidan spent the next few minutes washing up, brushing his teeth, and shaving his face. He then went to his room and got dressed. Aidan returned downstairs to see his parents in the kitchen. 


“Good morning, Aidan,” his mom, Lee Ann Pierceman, said with a turn of her head. She was busy making what smelled like eggs over the stove. With a flick of the wrist, she popped the pan upwards, giving the eggs a nice hop, before they returned safely to their original position. Mrs. Pierceman turned around as Aidan sat down at the island in the middle of the kitchen. His father, Richard Pierceman, was leaning against the counter perpendicular to his wife, reading the newspaper and sipping a cup of coffee, “Morning, son,” he said, bringing the paper down low enough to see over it. 


Aidan looked down to see a plate with eggs and bacon ready for him. [color=FF0000]“Morning yall.[/color] Thanks for the breafast mama, smells good.” Aidan grabbed a fork and dug into his food. The family then conversed on what lied ahead of them for the day. Business as usual around there. After Aidan was finished, he got up and deposited his dirty dishes into the sink, which he would have to wash once he got home. Aidan gave his parents a hug and said his good-byes before grabbing his backpack and keys and heading out the door. Yes, life may be nice for Aidan right now, but it was all earned from hard work and determination, something his parents take pride in knowing. Everything was earned including Aidan’s aging truck. Good grades and saved up money bought Aidan his first vehicle. He and his father agreed they would each pay half. It may not be the prettiest or fastest, but it was his. He threw the backpack in the bed, and hopped into the cab. The engine gave a nice rumbling as he turned the ignition, and Aidan started his short drive to school. 


He saw kids of all ages walking down the sidewalk and eventually enter the school. He parked his truck, and got out, grabbing his backpack from the bed before shutting the door. Aidan made his way to the front door giving anyone he came near a good morning greeting. Once he reached the door, he opened it and allowed anyone in close proximity to enter before he followed suit himself. Aidan walked past a few classrooms before ascending the staircase that lead to his desired floor. Some of his classmates, were already seated, with Remy standing at the whiteboard, writing down suggestions for the senior trip. Aidan entered luckily entered the classroom right before their teacher, Mr. Clarke arrived.


[color=FF0000]“Good morning, everyone, hope yall are doing well,”[/color] he said cheerfully to his classmates, He looked towards the mess that was on Lala’s desk before adding, “well, I hope yall are doing, OK, at least.” Aidan made his way to his desk, which sat next to Temperance’s. Luckily, none of the coffee got on his own desk. Aidan slid his backpack off his shoulder and sat it down opposite the spilled side. Aidan took his seat and took a better look at the whiteboard. By then, Mr. Clarke had already entered the room and was asking everyone to share ideas. Ideas for Europe were being thrown around more than others it seemed. He couldn’t think of anywhere in the US that sounded great, especially since a road trip was no good. [color=FF0000]“How about a trip to Rome? I heard that’s always a good place to visit.” He thought for a second longer before adding, “and as for fundraising, we could organize an intramural softball or flag football game and charge a few dollars at the gate.”[/color]