It was morning, and Skyylar could tell. Some asshole had come in and opened up his curtains, letting the full intensity of the summer sun blaze in, filling the entire room with complete light. Skyylar groaned angrily at the sunlight, and turned over, began to tug his blanket forward when he felt that it wouldn't budge.<span style="font-style: italic">The hell...?</span>He thought as he lifted his head up ever so slightly to find the intruder that dare trespass upon his domain. He saw no one but when he turned his head he saw one of his mothers, Lila sitting on the floor, legs sprawled in front of her, and a goofy smile on her face. He nearly screamed in surprise, but all that escaped his lips was a loud gasp, and then his hand clasping over his mouth.<br/><br/>She screeched with laughter, and jumped to her feet, the floral dress she was wearing that morning bouncing as she shot upward; on her feet were simple, blue, flat-bottoms. His mothers were absolutely gorgeous, especially Lila. She was thin and exceptionally curvy. She had wavy, jaw-length platinum blonde hair, and, just to be hip with the times, purple streaks adorned her golden hair.<br/><br/>She reached for him and grabbed his hand from under the covers when he tried scrambling away, and hide back under his blanket. Her skin was incredibly soft to the touch, but that didn't matter. He didn't want to get out of bed. Dream Land practically screamed for his return. But that didn't stop Lila; she just yanked with such strength that he flew off his bed, and landed on the hard-wood floor with a thud. She stood over him with a expectant smile, and bent down to stare him straight in his face, her silver eyes glittering mischievously.<br/><br/>â€œWhat do you want from me at this hour...?â€ He muttered, rubbing his blurry eyes in attempt to clear them up, but to no avail. He stared at the cloudy image of his mother, and glared, but that only made her giggle. He sat there for a few more minutes, the cold air of the vent that just activated blowing against his bare torso and legs; the only thing he was wearing was a pair of purple boxer-briefs.<br/><br/>â€œC'mon Rip Van Winkle, you can sleep when you're dead,â€ She exclaimed, grabbing him by the wrist and yanking him to his feet, making him squeak in surprise. â€œBesides, regardless if you want to sleep longer or not, your summer has officially ended. You gotta get ready for school!â€ She bounced up and down and then bounded out of the room. Skyylar was left standing there like a buffoon. Did she just say that dreaded word that every child dreaded during summer vacation...? â€œSchoolâ€ was not a word that computed in his brain...<br/><br/>He merely got dressed in silence, putting on his favourite outfit that he wore the most often. It consisted of a skintight, black undershirt with orange interlocking male symbols. His pants were a simple pair of black skinny jeans that faded to grey on the front of the pants and the back. On his arms, he wore a  pair of blue fingerless arm-warmers that had black stripes. For shoes, he wore a pair of flawless white Vansâ„¢ skater shoes that had detailed skulls on each side that had the word â€œVansâ€ in bright red graffiti font on the cranium.<br/><br/>Going downstairs, he was greeted with a lunch box from Lifa, and a smothering hug from Lila. They made no words as he was rushed out the door, and pushed to an awaiting bus with the designated school name printed on the side with bold black lettering. Lila and Lifa then ran back to the front deck, yelled out â€œI love you!â€ in unison. Skyylar drew a deep inhale and then took the fateful steps onto the bus.<br/><br/><br/>Once released from the confines of the bus as it made its final stop at the high school building, Skyylar was the last one to leave the bus, even when he sat in one of the front two seats. Even when the bus had completely filed out its occupants, Skyylar waited until all of them were through the front doors of the school. The bus driverâ€”whom was an elderly woman that looked to be in her 50s or 60sâ€”gave him a concerned looked and asked him if he was alright. He gave a reluctant nod and she didn't push it any further and then wished him to have a good day. It boosted his mood by just a bit and gave her a thin smile, she beamed him a toothy grin and then closed the door behind him.<br/><br/>Walking slowly up to building, his head held low. Normally, he would be happily skipping with a big grin on his face as he made he way to school, but today, as the new kid, it wasn't that nice to be stared at, which he would be in approximately three... two... one... Push open doors, walk into the commons and commence stare down of the new kid and awkward silence begin.<br/><br/>Walking in, everyone simultaneously stopped the activities they were at the time occupied with and stared at Skyylar with a relentless silence that seemed to pound his very soul. Even though they were quiet, their eyes screamed louder than any word. He chewed his bottom lip and took a seat at a vacant table where the eyes of his peers continued to stare into his very soul. He felt as if he had commit an unforgivable crime without having been there for barely five minutes.<br/><br/>A teacher called him from the other side of the roomâ€”who was probably the principalâ€”to hither him over. Sure, the woman had a quiet voice but each syllable that left her mouth echoed throughout the room and through his head like a bad song he couldn't remember the rest of the words to. He awkwardly stood up and then walked over to her, his eyes averted to the ground. She gave him his schedule and a reassuring smile. He gave a false smile and walked back to his seat.<br/><br/>The current quarter's schedule had pretty intelligent classes, but that didn't matter. Classes only mattered if you paid enough attention in them. He folded it up and then stuffed it into his back pocket, and sat back down, laying his chin down on his folded arms and stared into space. Slowly, yet fortunately, all the people around ceased their staring contest with him and went back to their businesses and ignored him like they would for the rest of the year.<br/><br/>Now, to slink through the rest of the day without drawing too much attention to himself...