Kyle, unlike most normal people, couldn't have an automatic alarm clock. Thankfully a wind up one worked just as well. Though it was slightly more annoying. Kyle thought this to himself as he swatted at the clock, missed and knocked it onto his floor. Kyle cussed and floundered as he tried to remain in bed, yet still make it to his alarm.
On both counts Kyle failed. He ended up in an ungainly heap on the floor, limbs in the air like an upended cat. Kyle choose that moment to swear again and snatch at the infernal alarm. No snooze for him. In the blessed silence Kyle took a moment to look up at the ceiling and mentally prepare himself for his roommates. At least they had their own rooms. Kyle couldn't imagine what it would be like if he had to look the other boys in the eyes before they slept. He'd probably give them nightmares.
The depressing thought caused Kyle to grin. Not because he liked it. Nope. He hated that people feared him. However his mother always said,
Even if you're sad; smile because eventually you'll start believing it. Even though it was proven psychologically that it was bad to lie to yourself, the alternative was to kill himself and he wasn't ready for that step yet.
Kyle unwound himself from his blue bed sheets. The only color he allowed in his room. Everything else was brown or white. The walls were bare. The desk, usually reserved for a computer and sometimes printer, looked odd with a typewriter perched on it. There was a filled bookshelf with journals stacked next to it on the floor. Even the carpet was a mundane cream color.
Kyle rapidly went through his morning routine. Due to being in the Town House dorms, he had to scurry down to the communal shower/bath. People scattered when he walked by. No one made eye contact. He thought he spotted one of his roommates, but didn't bother to double check. With that taken care of Kyle retreated back to his room and dressed for the day. Jeans, white shirt, black jacket and old sneakers.
Kyle snagged his backpack before leaving for the cafeteria. Or the
Mess Hall as it was supposed to be called. Kyle rolled his eyes even as he corrected himself. It was October and he still wasn't used to this school. Then again, being fair to himself, this was his first time ever at a school. Until this year he had been exclusively home schooled. All he knew about schools prior had been second hand from his siblings.
Kyle carefully slipped between and around students. It was hard not to touch people on campus. Everyone in his Townhouse knew him and what he could, and couldn't, do. But not everyone knew. Some just plain didn't care. It was odd that on Kyle's first day he had to explain why he couldn't shake hands.
Kyle dodged an animated girl talking in another language. Kyle didn't pause long enough to listen. Usually he did, just out of curiosity but his stomach was demanding. He had stayed up late doing assignments. Papers took longer when using a typewriter. Any error meant he had to start that page over. And don't even get him started on typing up foot notes. Not that his professors seemed to care.
The Mess Hall was noisy this time of morning. Quite a few students were hurrying inside as the rain started. Kyle was just like everyone else, holding a binder over his head in a vain attempt to stay dry. A failed attempt because the drizzle permeated everything. Kyle shoved his binder back into his bag and stood in line to grab an omelet before stuffing it nearly whole in his mouth and running off towards the Quadrangle. Lately he had been eating twice as much. Which might be gym's fault because he was three times more active that he was before he came to this school. The school's excuse was it was supposed to help him control his powers. Which was BS in his opinion, but what could it hurt?
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