Rest for the Weary

Amanuel Danite was tired; he was tired of his life, he was tired of always listening to his mother bitch about how having him ruined her life, he was tired of hearing about how at his age she'd been supporting them both but here he was laying on his bed too lazy to even scratch his own ass. And he was tired of not having an Xbox, he was tired of not being able to afford the games for an Xbox even if he had had one. He was tired of that weird dude in school who always kept talked about global warming and panda extinction, but mostly, right now he was tired of the itch on his ass.

As he lay there, tired. He couldn't help but wonder on how he could be tired even though he did nothing all day, he was tired of not being not tired. In fact, he was so tired of being tired that he decided to do something about it. So, he went back to sleep hoping that when he woke up, he wouldn't be tired.

When he woke up the next day, he was still tired. But alas, it was time to go to school. So, he let go of his morning wood and got up from bed.

He walked to the bathroom chewing on his breakfast, before heading to the kitchen as he brushed his teeth to freshen up and answer Natures call. And when he picked up, he was assaulted by shouts of Nature telling him to hurry up and meet him outside so they could get to school fast, so he hurried up.

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As he run out of house thanking God his mother hasn’t woken yet, Nature pulled up in The Van. So, he grunted a quick hello to his friend and jumped in. And off they raced to school.

After finding a parking spot for The Van, he and Nature hurried into Saint Henrys Institute of Education and Technology, or S.H.I.E.T in its abbreviated for. Or shit as Amanuel so cleverly likes to refer to it, just like every other person in the whole damn school, which meant it wasn't actually cleaver, but was in fact quite fucking not cleaver.

They arrived late, so they agreed to meet up at lunch and run off to their separate classes.

As Amanuel tried to slink in unnoticed into his first class, English. He was rewarded with a slip for a week of detention. Gracefully accepting his punishment and reverently putting it in his back pocket, he took his seat and immediately remembered all the assignments he hadn't done, having slept instead. So, he immediately came up with the idea to set out and devise a plan in which he would convince his teachers that none of it was his fault. He couldn't help the smile that crept on his face as he imagined it all, only for it to be replaced with a frown when he realized he wasn't smart enough to come up with a plan like that. it didn't take long for the smile to pop back up, as he started congratulating himself on avoiding the disaster that implementing the plan, he didn't actually come up with would have caused.

He decided he had earned a short rest for all the quick thinking he had done. And so, with a content smile on his face that can only come from the knowledge of a crisis averted, he rested his head on his desk, closed his eyes and went into a peaceful slumber.