<div class="floatleft"> (http://fotoalbum.paulvanderlinde.com/main.php?g2_view=core.DownloadItem&amp;g2_itemId=59794)</div><br/><strong>Name</strong>: Tristyn Phoenix<br/><strong>Location</strong>: Home, Jog, School<br/><strong>Wearing</strong>: See Photo<br/><strong>Tagged</strong>: Noone, then everyone<br/><br/><strong> <span class="bbc_u">Morning</span> </strong><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 10pt;"><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: comic sans ms;"><em>'BEEP!...BEEP!...BEEP!"  </em> </span> the buzzer to the alarm clock sang its annoying song as it did every morning at 5am for the past 3 years.  With his eyes fluttering open Tristyn swung a wild left hand towards the alarm.  Knocking it over to the ground it shut up as he slowly puled himself up to a sitting position.  Hazle green eyes adjusted to the room about him as he yawned.  Truthfully he didnt need to be up at 5 in the morning, however he could hear his fathers voice in his skull <em><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: comic sans ms;">"Tristyn, you need to be up for trainning daily, never sleep in, seals dont sleep, we wait....i want you to do your pushups and crunches then ten minuets of jump rope before school every day, understood?"</span></em> Gleefuly he would reply with a salute as he went about the ruotine with some sence of pride to himself, that was until his father died.  Now every morning seemed to labor him as he woke and stood up.  He did the pushups and crunches as his father had told him to do years ago, but instead of jump rope he favored hitting a punching bag.  So today like all days he mixed up a protein shake and took a light jog to school since it was only a few blocks away.<br/><br/><strong> <span class="bbc_u">Jog</span> </strong> <br/><br/>He slipped his slimmer fighting gloves on so that as he ran he could shadow box. Sticking the head phones in of his zune player as he put on the same playlist he did everyday. He looked around the 2 bedroom appartment that his mother and him lived in.  WEll at the moment he was alone, mum was under way at sea for 6 months and last he spoke to her was via skype last week.  Sighing he riffled through the songs on the zune as he left the appartment locking the door.  As his feet swiftly took him towards school he smirked softly as his favorite song by Emarosa came on.  He sang along to the music as he ran every so often he would jab at nothingness. he ignored the world about him for the most part as he always did the lyrics <br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: comic sans ms;"><em>"Well nothing feels real anymore<br/> I'm not taking my time anymore<br/> To show you how I feel<br/> To show you who I am<br/> Cause it's locked away"</em></span><br/>came spilling out of his lips in tune with the music. <br/><br/><strong> <span class="bbc_u">School</span> </strong> <br/><br/>He entered the school about 5:37 am as he always did, through a side enterance near the gym, A security guard he made friends with rigged the door to stay open so that Tristyn could use the gym and the punching bag prior to school opening.  He spent 35 minuets hitting the bag, his teeth were clenched and he would scream out with underlaying anger as he swung, the bag would bounch abck and he retaliate with the same effort.  Every strike he imagined his father there speaking to him <em><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: comic sans ms;">"left right left! jab...jab...JAB! Uppercut!"</span></em> His dads voice echoed in his head as he stopped to take a breath, his eyes shifted up to the clock on the wall <span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: comic sans ms;">"SHIT!"</span> he shouted as the clock read 6:25 am, He raced for the showers going to his locker to grab spare clothing.  Bathing he relaxed himself calming his nerves.  Finnishing he got out dressing quickly (in the same clothing as the photo) he stretched and placed his head phones back in listening to another Jonny Craig song.  His feet took him towards the main hallway and as he did he saw Lance turning down a hallway.  He watched as kids ran by almost in caos as he returned to his locker putting his things away.  Thats when he heard the screams.  He closed his locker and raced out just to see the porche drive off. <em><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: comic sans ms;">"whats going on?"</span></em> he tried to ask a frightened girl who just shook in the corner of the hall.  He then saw Micheal with others about him, he raced for the small group and stopped next to them and repeated the same question <em><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: comic sans ms;">"whats going on?"</span></em></span>