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Allister’s alarm had gone off at least five times before he finally decided to get out of bed. It was less of a choice and more of his father coming into his room and demanding he “get his ass out of bed”. Allister rolled his eyes and got out of bed only to be greeted by the angry face of his father.

“You had a party here last night didn’t you?” His father seemed to ask but the older male already knew the answer. So now he stood expecting his son to lie to him. 

[color=4B3D63]“You and mom were gone and it was my last night of freedom, so yea, I had a little get together here last night.”[/color] He didn’t really have the energy to argue with his parents right now. He had a pretty intense hangover from the night before. Last night was one of the tamer parties he held. Only a few people showed up so it was more of a get together like he said. That did not mean that Allister did not get shit faced last night. 

“We have been over this Allister, we will be taking your allowance for the week to pay back for the alcohol you stole and the cleaning. Cut the crap and grow up already.” With that Allister’s father left, not giving him a chance to reply. Not that he was going to. This was a regular thing, he would party, his parents would find out, they would take his money for the week. This cycle had made Allister surprisingly good at saving and budgeting. He wasn’t worried about not having cash to blow. 

It took Allister all of an hour to shower and throw the stuff he needed for the day together. Most of which was him searching for the keys to his bike. It appeared his drunken self had found it funny to hide the keys of his newly restored bike from his sober self. Eventually however, he found the keys and he was out the door. The sound of the bike starting irritated his headache a bit but after putting his helmet on he was used to the sound. With a last check to make sure he had all that he needed he exited the garage and drove to Delbrook for the first day of his last year. 

Despite the rough start Allister made it to the school in the knick of time. Parking in the lot and removing his helmet just as the bell rang to head to class. It was a little bit of a jog but he managed to make it to the class at the last possible second. He was one of the last to enter his homeroom class and find his seat greeting Miss Goldman with a half hearted hello as he did so. He tuned out the announcements taking the time to observe the people around him. Taking note of who not to mess with and who he didn’t recognize. He also tuned out the assembly, having no interest in listening to the same long speeches that happened every year. His focus was on the little mini festivities afterward. More importantly the food that would be there, since he had skipped breakfast in an attempt to avoid his parents as well as the fact that he couldn’t find his damn keys. As soon as they released onto the field he made a beeline toward one of the food stalls, not looking for anything other than something to fill his stomach.