James opened his eyes. It was quiet in his room. As usual. His parents didn't have to wake him up. He pretty much woke up before they did anyway. Mick was a bit of a bum, staying up late at nights, playing the odd game or talking to friends. The tyke was more lovable than James had ever been, but the older bro never begrudged him the fact. He loved the kiddo, and more than once the two had watched each other's backs when needed, either against the evils of parents, or teachers. He woke up, and stretched. It was good to finally have the cast off, he though, giving his crutches a glare. Getting injured was a common occurrence, he knew, but it didn't make him like it any better. He knew that... well, he had heard that chicks dug scars, but he never really liked getting hurt just to show off his mannishness. If he got hurt, he took it was best he could, but he tried not to to so at all costs. Well, if that was true, he wouldn't be doing parkour.<br/><br/>He got up, loving how he was able to do regular pushups again, and quickly moved outside. He changed his clothes, and grabbing a quick something to eat, he began running to school. It was 6:00 AM, and the icy air still bit like a knife. He didn't mind it none. It was a good 30 minute jog to the school, and with the Fall cold in the air, it would keep him fresh all the way there. Some might call him a health freak, which wasn't true since he ate in a fashion that was considered unhealthy, too much of the wrong stuff, and too little of the right, or they thought him to be all about the girls. That was... well, more true than the previous accusation, but still not quite as true as they thought it was. He just liked the feeling of pushing his body to the extreme. He felt a bit bad, since his injury kept him from going through his regular haunts at night.<br/><br/>The cast had left his leg looking a bit odd and pale, so he wore pants to school until he got better. He was a bit vain that way, but then he was a teenager. His legs pumped him easily, and his breath fogged in the morning air. The sun wasn't quite up in the sky yet, and he smiled. He loved the morning time. He chuckled a bit at the thought of Mick again, who was most definitely not! He increased his pace, noting that he was starting to fall behind. He ran at a regular pace, watching as a few of the mroe early riser began to get up, and drive off to work, or something like that. He ignored a chorus of small dogs barking at him, and kept running.<br/><br/>He reached the school just as the doors were opening. He checked his watch. 6:35. He scowled. He was out of shape, and five minutes late besides. He would forget this running day, he knew. He went down to the basketball locker room, where he kept his uniform, and put it on after a quick shower. He moved up to the cafeteria, snagging a bit of coffee, and seeing Helen there, already eating. She was atalking to a teacher. Dammit, he thought. He had forgotten to get his schedule. He scowled a bit, and sat down near his friend.<br/><br/>"Morning sunshine," He said with a small grin.