[b]Day 1, 7:00 AM | Toronto, Canada
Thomas Anson[/b]

Mondays sucked. Every week, that thought hit Thomas. It didn't help that he had an 8am class, too. Every Sunday, he'd tell himself he needed to get to bed early, but he never listened to himself, and always regretted it in the morning. Without fail.

The boy spent his entire morning routine in a sort of daze, as per usual. Just going through the motions, ones that he had done many times and no longer required any thought. Sometime between his shower and his breakfast, he began to actually wake up.

Everyone else in the household was also up and about, getting ready for another week. A long, arduous week.

Finished with stuffing his face, Thomas rubbed his eyes with one hand and threw his dishes in the sink. After throwing on a thin jacket for the cool morning air, he mumbled some sort of farewell to his family and walked out the door, backpack slung over one shoulder.

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A short walk later, he was underground and on a subway train, sitting on a bench for four, alone for now. With each stop, the train filled up more and more, yet no one sat on the same bench as him.

A cute girl around Thomas' age stepped through the sliding doors, causing the boy to perk up ever-so-slightly. She looked around for a moment, clearly spotting the bench only occupied by him, but chose to stay standing, not five feet away.

Thomas sighed. His classmates had informed him numerous times that he "suffered from bitchy resting face," as they put it. Apparently, he looked annoyed all the time, like he'd knock out the first person who spoke to him. Which wasn't entirely untrue -- he did feel annoyed near-constantly -- and he [i]did[/i] make a bit of an effort to appear at least a little bit unapproachable, but sometimes it just got ridiculous.

At the next stop, a woman and her three young children got on. Thomas took a moment to admire how stupid she was for trying to drag multiple young children around at such a busy time, and to wonder where she could possibly be going at seven in the morning with them.

Even before the woman looked up to search for a seat, however, he was up and off the bench, making his way further back to grab hold of a handle and stand, freeing the bench for them.