In one of the many apartment buildings in District D14, an audio message was heard in Apartment 421.
"BEEP BEEP"
"NOW PLAYING RECORDED AUDIO FROM 'DAD'"
A pause.
"WAKE UP, YOU REEK OF SHIT"
Another pause. The sounds of some things being shuffled around could be heard in the background.
"Ah right, I needed some quick cash so I borrowed some of yours, there's food on the table. Make sure to eat it. "
Jolted awake from the sudden noise, Flint Hayzer groaned as he rolled out of his bed.
"What kind of dad takes his son's money," he groggily said. Yet, like clockwork, his dad's voice rang out of the audio recorder,
"Ah, what kind of son would take his dear old dad's credit card to buy a skin of some girl made up of pixels in a videogame? Love you too, son. Your hobbies leave a lot to be desired, however."
"BEEP"
"AUDIO MESSAGE FINISHED"
"This was when I was 11 years old, dammit! And it was a limited edition one, you know it was worth it!"
Flint almost choked on his own saliva as he clumsily tried to defend himself.
'Dammit all, that old man just can't forget about that. And how the hell did he know I was going to say that, am I that easy to read or is that how all parents think?' Flint thought as he looked at his wristwatch.
He saw that he was late...not.
The time was 6:30 am, the school gates opened at 7:20 and class started at 7:55, so he still had plenty of time.
After taking a quick bath and brushing his teeth, Flint decided to just wear a normal white shirt with a white hoodie on top, alongside a pair of blue trousers. Flint didn't know if he looked good on them or not, he just picked the one's he liked.
After doing all of that, Flint finally left his room , to which his eyes were greeted with the kitchen in his apartment; it was a simple design for a kitchen, with simple utensils and appliances in it, it also had housed the dining room, with a table and three chairs in the center. On the table were some scrambled eggs and some slices of bacon on a plate, Flint noticed that the food was still hot.
After eating his meal while thinking about the upcoming games that were coming out in the week, Flint checked his watch to see that it was 7:25, he lived next to the school he enrolled in so he still had plenty of time left.
After wearing a pair of socks and sneakers, Flint took his bag, turned off the lights and locked the doors.
Finn hummed a tune from a recent show he watched as he walked to school.
'Today's off to somewhat good start—minus, that accursed alarm, that is.'
'I feel like I'm forgetting something....'
He soon remembered about that something as he went passed a nearby local convenience store.
Flint entered the small establishment and came out with a bag of chips and a bottle of soda.
'Lucky bastard, if only I hadn't bragged about being high-ranked...' He sighed to himself as he left a confused store clerk behind, after paying of course.\
'This hurts even more now that the old man suddenly took off with my money, this week's going to look tough on the stomach. Me and my damn mouth... now the stomach has to pay.'
The walk to school felt more heavy now.
As he approached the school's main gate, Flint sidestepped to his left when he heard someone approaching him.
'Gotcha! Not this time.'
An elated smile was plastered on his face as he predicted this scenario—only to realise that the bear hug he expected didn't happen.
He turned around to see why, and so the blonde haired boy with blue eyes, who was half a head taller than him, wearing a casual outfit consisting of a green tee, baggy cargo pants and a beanie, entered Flint's vision. He desperately trying to hold back his laughter.
That blonde haired boy was Flint's best friend Jake, who had now calmed down and said, "Your face was priceless, you tried that before mate. I've learned."
"Scram!" Flint had the sudden urge to punch this guy in the face.
"Ahh, anyway where's my prize from last night's match, eh? What was it you told me last night? Mr. MightyPlat." A smug smile was plastered on Jake's face.
"You got lucky, alright? Here it is, dammit." Flint bregrudgingly threw the bag of chips at the blondie and proceeded to walk to class, 'Does he really have to rub it in that badly.' Flint thought as Jake was eating the chips right behind him. 'I'll have my revenge, just you wait.'
After the two bantered with each other some more, they reached the designated floor for Sophomores, to which they walked to the classroom they'll be studying in, which had a sign on the door that wrote 'Classroom 10-1' (10th grade*, Class number 1).
Jake went ahead and opened the door, "Uh, dude, what time is it?" Jake spoke in a confused manner, "7:45, Why?" Flint responded as he looked at his watch.
"See for yourself," the blondie said as he moved out of the way to let Flint see. And what entered his eyes the moment he went inside was... an empty classroom?
*10th grade=Sophomore year