“Nat? Are you …” Natasha heard her mom say behind her, but was then silenced at the sight of Natasha sitting at her desk, fully dressed.
“Up? Yes mom - I’ve been up for two hours already. You can never be too prepared” Natasha said, completing her mother’s sentence, then pointing at her computer where she was looking at this semester’s classes. Her mom smiled proudly and nodded.
“Alright, well, we need to leave in half an hour, make sure you eat breakfast”
Natasha rolled her eyes and smiled.
After hitting the ‘snooze’-button at least five times, Jake had now forced himself out of bed and was now reluctantly making his way down the stairs. His last semester of his senior year. This was it. It felt really anticlimactic so far. His parents weren’t even home, but Jake wasn’t too surprised. When he was little they talked about how proud they would be when Jake graduated from st. Muriels - their alma mater - with straight A’s. He guessed they had both given up on that dream years ago. There was no way Jake was ever getting out of that school with straight A’s, he could thank his lucky star if he even got to graduate. He glanced over at the kitchen table, where his loving parents had placed a plastic bag containing some dry slices of bread. Jake wasn’t hungry, and if he was, he wouldn’t eat that. Instead, he just put on his dirty, black converse and headed out the door. It had deeply surprised him when his mom and dad has given him a black mercedes convertible for his sixteenth birthday, it was almost as if they trusted him or something. That trust quickly disappeared when he got arrested for a DUI just a couple of weeks after he got it. But oh well. Jake drove out of the garage and was soon on his way to the school. It surprised him that he was actually on time for once.
“You got the stuff?” Dylan asked the short guy with curly hair and a tiny little mustache, who was standing in front of him with his back turned to him. From what Dylan knew, this guy was from one of the city’s other schools, the schools where poor people went. He supposed that was why this guy was even dealing from the start, to support his family, or some sad story like that. Dylan felt he was doing the kid a favor, which got a satisfied grin to appear on his lips. Without saying a word, the short guy turned around and put his hand forward for Dylan to shake. Dylan recognized the familiar gesture, and put the fifty-dollar bill in his own hand before shaking the kid’s. The exchange went fast, Dylan knew onlookers wouldn’t manage to see the tiny plastic bag he now put in his pocket. When he went to look up at the guy again, he was gone. Coward, Dylan thought to himself. But then again, everyone was a coward compared to him.
He suddenly felt his cellphone vibrating in his pocket. He quickly pulled it out and saw Jason’s message on the display. Shit, they were supposed to walk to school together. Oh well. ‘Already here. Meet u halfway?’ he replied and started walking in the direction he knew Jason would come from.