Jeremy woke up the next morning, instantly regretting doing so. School days are his least favorite thing in the world, but if it meant seeing Michael, then he would go.
While Michael was missing from school for that 1 1/2 years, jeremy picked up a bad habit of skipping school entirely. Instead he'd wander the streets of Hurricane, looking for trouble or making it himself with graffiti. The only time he actually wanted to go to school, was to steal more spray paint cans from the art room.
Right as he starts thinking about his next masterpiece,
"JerEMY!" *bang bang bang* "THE BUS IS HERE, GET YOUR ASS OUTSIDE!" His mother screamed from behind the door
"ALRIGHT! I GET it!" Jeremy shot back.
More angry ramblings came from the door, but Jeremy rolled his eyes then grabbed his bag before slipping out his window. His slipped on the shingles slightly from the night's dew. But he'd rather deal a scrapped leg then the angry tornado in the house. Though, having rained the night before, the mud was insult to injury.
The sky was gray, just like his mood. It made him wonder why the worms even bothered surfacing to see it. They say the early bird gets the worm, but what does the worm get? A light at the end of the tunnel just to die anyways? Maybe he could help one, he thought. Maybe his worm family will be happy to know he's ok.
Jeremy crouched down near a small puddle with a worm floating in it. He scoops it out, unsure if it's even alive, and puts it in the grass.
"There you go buddy," He whispers.
He continues his walk to school, eventually arriving and heading to his first class.
Jeremy doodled tornadoes in his notebook that's how bored he was.
Well, and he was thinking of Michael of course. And beautiful eyes.
