Board Thread:Short Stories and Fanfictions/@comment-43957690-20191209020456/@comment-43957690-20191210034223

Chapter one:

Dex was asleep on his desk, drool dripping gently from the corner of his mouth, and grumbling snores filling his bedroom. As he slept, his arm slipped from on top of some notebooks, and they clatterd to the floor.

The noise woke Dex with a start, and he bolted upright, blinking hard. He looked around in confusion, wondering when it had become so bright in there...

His eyes widened, and he held his wrist up, showing his Disneyland watch. A sinking feeling settled in his gut when he realized that he'd slept past eight o' clock AM. On a school day.

A string of swears erupted from his mouth as he scrambled to collect his school books, put on his Foxfire uniform, and brush his teeth at the same time. He watched as 8:15 turned to 8:16 on his watch, and sprinted down the stairs, his mouth still emmiting all manner of soap-in-the-mouth worthy words.

He brushed right past his mother at the bottom of the stairs, and didn't stop when she said "You're still home?"

"Can't talk Mom." He spat, reaching for some fruit in the kitchen for a small breakfast. He held his Foxfire crystal to the light, just as he noticed that his pants were on backwards.

It had been a rough night. Trying to cramm his work with the Black Swan, his work with Team Valient, and his homework into one all-nighter, which had obviously backfired. Sophie had pretty much left Team Valient in his hands as she dealt with Keefe, and Councillor Oralie's chache. So now he had Biana, Stina and Wylie repoting to him, as he worked with Tinker, and the Collective to build all manner of tech.

He'd started drinking coffee, to keep himself alive during the day.

Dex hated coffee.

He attempted to discreetly enter the level four section of Foxfire, tip toeing to his locker and checking his schedule. He'd missed morning announcments, so that might have been a blessing in disguise, but as his eyes skimmed over his schedule, he discovered that he was apparently 30 minutes late to Elementalism. Sir Conley would not be happy.

As Dex rushed to the classroom, he struggled to adjust his specialized uniform, talored with his team Valient patch, a Tomple. He was supposed to keep up appearnaces, which shouldn't have been a problem. Except that he'd gone to bed last night at roughtly five in the morning.

(i'll finish this later.)