1. A Good Morning
He was woken up by the annoying sound of the alarm.
Another boring day, a waste of time and effort. He swung his leg out of the bed and sighed, as he stumbled out of bed. He walked as a zombie out to the bathroom, and didn’t even bother to close the door after him. When he looked in the mirror he raised his left eyebrow.
“Magic mirror on the wall, who is the saddest creature of them all?” he mumbled to the mirror.
A long crack was splitting the round mirror in two and was giving him the picture of a skinny, pale 20 year old guy with short, brown hair and hazel eyes. His old, wrinkled T-shirt ironically had a big yellow smiley on it. The day was doomed already. He took a shower, and stood under the water a little longer than usual, pondering over his life and the upcoming day, trying to gain strength.
When he stepped into the kitchen, the first thought that stroked him was, that he had forgotten to shop yesterday. Irritated, he left the small kitchen and dragged himself to his bedroom again, to pull some clothes out from the drawer next to his bed. He found a pair of worn-out jeans and a white shirt. He closely studied the shirt for wrinkles or stains, but he didn’t find any. He opened a small drawer, and found a black tie, which he loosely bound around his neck. He grabbed his bag, an old black shoulder bag, marked by years of carrying kilos of books.
“Shit!” He had quickly looked at the watch seeing that the extra minutes he had spent in the shower, had a consequence. He jumped into his black converse and grabbed his leatherjacket as he ran out of the door, and down the stairs. Since he lived on the third floor, there was quite a lot of stairs to pass. When he came outside, he grabbed his bike, and almost ran an old lady down.