Juric's morning conformed to it's usual routine, he awoke before his alarm and brewed himself a cup of coffee. Breakfast, some toast, was paired with the early morning news on his television before he reviewed his homework with another cup of coffee. Then after scrubbing his teeth, he'd leave his apart ensuring to lock the deadbolt. He'd navigate the streets of his local area in the pale blue morning embrace as steam clung to his breathe, so engrained was his routine it required next to no concious effort on his part to maintain. Juric looked down at his marching legs, he was lost in thought imagining what his day would be like, that too, no doubt like the rest of his day will, conformed to a familiar routine.

In an effort to bring some variety to his black and white existence, Juric dragged his gaze away from his marching feet and observed his surroundings. Something was odd, slightly unfamiliar about this usually familiar path. it seemed the streets were more empty than usual, and some houses looked different, one house had replaced their fence with a larger metal one, while another house had steel bars over its windows. [i]'Did they have anything to do with the recent events involving the creatures?'[/i] Juric thought to himself. A smirk sprawled across his face, "People are so gullible, it's almost insulting to think that I am from the same species." Juric's inner monologue consulted. There was no doubting that these creature attacks were real, but from Juric's view it is being conflated far out of proportion like anything he'd viewed from the media. He remembered back to the supposed [i]'Sie Flu'[/i] epidemic in Australia, the media coverage made it seem as if Australia was on the hinges of martial law, yet in the end only 12 people died and a vaccine was quickly conceived. The same thing had happened with the ebola virus, although it was much more severe the media's portrayal had people convinced the end was near. [i]"How pathetic!"[/i] Juric thought to himself. Is money really such a valuable thing people would willingly and gladly manipulate one another with such a thing as fear? The thought made him sick. Despite his sadistic tendencies Juric felt it particularly cruel to take advantage of ones stupidity in trade for profit.

Shaking those thoughts from his mind Juric spotted a large collection of buildings surrounded by a marble wall, a large opening sat ahead of him with a path for students to enter and leave as well as space for cars to drive in and park. A large metal plaque sat affixed to the wall that read 'Vale Institute of Learning', that was their fancy title for 'High School'. Unsurprisingly the grounds were devoid of any other students, Juric had a habit of being very early. As Juric shifted his figure through the school grounds he approached a large three story redbrick building, this was where he'd spend the majority of his time here, on the second floor designated for the year 11 classes. Entering the large building Juric marched towards the stairs, stopping briefly as he always did to gaze down the hall that stood outside the year 10 classes on the first floor. As always, a lone figure sat patiently outside their classroom, despite Juric's earliness, there was still someone who was nearly always here earlier than he was. The image triggered sonder thoughts as it did most morning, for some reason seeing that figure affirmed a reassurance within Juric that he wasn't alone, but with that sonder reassurance also came a feeling of lachesism. Still standing at the stair well Juric slid the sleeve of jumper back on his left arm revealing several thick and straight scar marks from where he had harmed himself. His sonder thoughts made each scar seem like a shameful display of an inability to handle the harshness of life, he was a weak person or so he felt.

Sure he had a tough past, in fact it was horrific, but there exist those in the world who endure much worse and yet their arm wasn't laddin with cut scars like his. They didn't wallow in self hatred like he did, they lived on. The thought made Juric angry, he felt as if his life was undeserving of existence, but, he was here and that was that. He was given the gift of life by those he loved and so he thought, even if it is a pathetic life, it is still one worth living.

Marching up the stairs Juric waited outside his classroom, his head bent forward and down staring at his feet as he welled on his thoughts. He was reminded of the care takers at the orphanage he grew up in, their harsh words directed at his weak psyche when ever they caught him cutting himself. [i]"You will never get to have a normal life unless you start acting normal!"[/i] He remembered quite specifically. Those words stuck with him as if they were burned into his mind with hot iron.