The mornings were dead and every time his sneakers hit the ground, it was like sand on sand in his ear drum.  The sound should have been blurred out by his surroundings, but David was awake a running before most had their morning coffee brewing.  Rounding the final corner, he could easily tell good time was being made; the sun was just cresting over the tree line.  Sprinting the last bit, the flimsy red shorts clung to his sweating waist as his body pushed through the air at full speed until he reached his house.<br/><br/>David was most definitely not on the track team or any team for that matter but he started running to stay more alert during morning classes and then he got hooked onto it.  After a quick shower, he throws on a pair of khaki shorts and a faded Led Zeppelin t-shirt.  “Morning mom, Kate…Oliver!”  Raising his voice as he sees the old lab, David kneels down and takes the jowl-heavy face and kisses it all over.  Giving his sister a pat on her head, at seven years old she found kissing to be icky, he moved on and gave his mom a kiss on the cheek before walking to school.<br/><br/>David’s first period class was Chemistry and the only thing he had to look forward there was a couple of cute girls in the class and the occasional experiment.  Next, was English and he had that class with his best friend, nicknamed Chum.  These two had already picked out the exact dorm they were planning to share next year, pending Chum could get into college. Chum and David were together through English, lunch and then into Ms. Bell’s class.  “Hey David, let me see your homework really quick, I just want to check my answers.”<br/><br/>Rolling his eyes, David tugs the loose leaf paper free of his book and the two guys huddle together against the lockers outside the classroom door.  “Hurry up, Chum.  Half your answers are wrong!”  Glancing over his shoulder, David checks out to see if anybody was paying attention and then grabs his homework back.  Finding their seats behind the girls that Michael was talking to; they both loved to eavesdrop on the conversations and laugh about them later.  David loved this class, Ms. Bell was a great teacher in his opinion and she was beautiful.  In his fantasy, she was a simple, sweet woman and he weren’t in high school.<br/>