Running through my mind
#1 of Running through my mind
A lull hush contains the suburbs as it does every morning. The sun hasn't even risen and the streetlights are still on and buzzing. Its quiet here, so calm, peaceful and filled with serenity, you think nothing could possibly disrupt a good morning like this. That is, until it is five in the morning at the Tyrmono's, home to a Utahraptor family. A banshee horde could scream no louder than that of Eli's alarm clock from hell. The only reason it is still inside the home is due to the fact the Tyrmonos are deep sleepers. Eli's father, John, needs to be in for work by 6:30 and John's mother, Sarah, cleans and performs other tasks around the house before leaving later to go out with her girlfriends. The alarm does have a purpose, even if it destroys neighboring ears.
A low growl emitted from under the covers as a body sprung up, in search of locating an object to launch at the prison siren. Finding nothing, Eli climbed out of bed, grouchy, walked over to his alarm and shut it off. "Note to self: destroy..." Eli muttered before pausing to see the company responsible for the demonic device, "... aw, fuck it..." finished the young male before tossing the electronic aside. " I need to piss" mumbled Eli.
Once inside of his bathroom, the light automatically flickered on almost with the same hum as the streetlights. With a yawn and a stretch, Eli was now more than half asleep. With that notion, Eli knew he had to use the facilities as he did every other sun rise before his morning ritual: running. The only reason that the blurple raptor does this is to practice for track. Track was to keep Eli organized, healthy and, as his parents said, "Off the fucking computer." Once the raptor relieved himself, he walked in front of his mirror and admired his traits. Hybrid blue and purple, blurple, scales ran down his entire body except for some of his chest, where a creamy white prevailed. Eli had a good deal of muscle, no six pack or outstanding arm strength, but enough to warrant him a couple looks from girls and guys alike. His hazel eyes stared back at him before he realized to get back on track.
Exiting his bathroom, Eli pondered to himself, out loud, only what outfit he should where today. "Should I wear my black Lycra shorts or my black Lycra shorts?" The raptor stepped to his side to perform another character. "It's obviously the black Lycra shorts, my good sir." Now returning to his original position, "Thank you, kind sir." This was all done with a British affliction to Eli's voice and in pure boredom, anything to spark interest and stimulate the brain. The raptor let out a vexed sigh and chose his attire for the day. Slipping out of his skull and bones pajama bottoms and generic rock band t-shirt, the blurple male stood there naked. With one effortless gesture, he snatched his signature article of clothing, his blurple jockstrap. Only the locker room boys, the track team and a few close friends knew of this. After sliding into his jockstrap, the Lycra shorts followed and finally a plain black tee. Eli walked over to his desk, grabbing his iPod touch, headphones and house key and slid the house key into his left pocket. With a few slides and clicks of his talons on the touch screen, the headphones, tethered to the boy's head, played some alternative band's angst-riddled lyrics and addictive riffs.
A few minutes past, but Eli found an energy bar and some artificially flavored drink that promised more than other brands. Not caring anymore about what he was ingesting, Eli walked out his front door, closing and locking it behind him, for the obvious reason. To warm up, the raptor jogged in place for a few seconds, inhaled the tasteless energy bar and sipped some of his drink before taking off. On his journey, Eli named off his friends, acquaintances and family member's homes as the songs shuffled on his iPod. He passed a home he thought was still for sale, the sign no longer posted out front with sway with the wind. Two cars now in the driveway that used to house nothing but dirt and emptiness, a black Lexus and a cherry red car Eli could not name the manufacturer or model of. Losing interest by the minute, the jogging reptile returned his focus to the task at hand, for Eli needed to finish up and get ready for school, the first day of his senior year. However, the idea of who now occupies the home lingers in the back of the jogger's mind.
The family that bout the house was one consisting of otters that had just moved more inland, retreating from their home on the beach. Something rumbled under the only child's sheets and poked its whiskered face into the open. Flipping his purple and blue bangs, Chris rose out of bed, nude, and trotted over to his closet. Without any direction or desire to actually choose clothing, the sea weasel just tossed on whatever his webbed paws could zoink. A t-shirt with some quick witted saying and cartoon, some shorts with chains and purple and neon blue straps and his black Speedo to keep his fuzzy sheath safe. The Speedo, even though it's not the season for them, reminded him of his old home and freedoms. Dragging his feet and sighing with his hands in his pockets as he moved to his own bathroom.
Chris didn't even bother to shower, even though he rarely turns one down. However, he did brush his teeth and use the little otters' room. Chris viewed blankly at himself in the mirror after cleaning his teeth, his tired and sullen look was easy to pick up on. "He hasn't been himself since the move" he has heard his parents say to relatives over the phone. Usually, the otter sees his character as a care-free otter who partakes in the social underground of raves and parties, a swimmer with a heart-of-gold who just wants to be loved but can smile even without being claimed by someone. It also probably doesn't help that Chris's father had just discovered his son was gay. How was Chris supposed his dad was going to go into the 27 folder deep gallery of pictures, links and videos of homosexuality? It devastated the family greatly, being a strong catholic background. He lost nearly of his respect with the family and even his younger relatives, cousins and nephews give him the dirtiest of looks. A depressed sigh was let go and a sad otter shuffled about to gather himself before his first day of school in a new town. "Hopefully the move could ‘straighten' him out..." said his father thinking Chris wasn't present. Acceptance seemed so distant and locked away from this happy-go-lucky boy as his father's words rang like a chorus of bells ringing out of tune. Maybe this new town could be fun and hopefully Chris meets someone he could talk to, hell, some cute boys if he is lucky.
With that idea bouncing off the walls of his skull, the sea weasel enters the kitchen to find no one but himself and yet another note from his parents. Business meeting for both of us. You know the drill. Money is on the counter. Mon & Dad. A soft chuckle broke the silence. Chris's parents usually wrote Love Mom & Dad but recently stopped after the big discovery. Trivial but still painful nonetheless to the sea weasel's heart and psyche. "One hundred and some odd dollars..." noted Chris before jamming the cash into his wallet. Good thing the otter got a tour of the school and its location because it looks like he is walking.
A mile isn't bad, twenty minutes tops and enough time to spare. Chris continued walking at a decent pace to the educational site known as FHS. A small breath of angst was released as the building came into view, but was shortly dissipated and forgotten once something better came into view. A blue-ish purple dino jogging his way to apparently the same school! Don't get your hopes up Chris thought, he's probably straight but no one said you could not look at the eye candy. Through the corner of his eye, the sea weasel peaked but retained the pose of just walking down the street to not draw any attention. A timid smile spanned across Chris's face, even his sheath began to stir but he contained the thoughts in his head. Suddenly, the dino turned his head to Chris and waved with a friendly smile. The otter just smiled with a shy smirk and cute wave back before dodging a street post. The dino giggled and said "Caught cha looking" under his breath so the otter couldn't hear him. The fur on Chris's cheeks was no longer brown; it had become a crimson canvas of embarrassment for all to see. "Stupid, stupid, stupid" just kept replaying in Chris's brain until it become drone and faded. The eye candy had jogged off, reaching the front of the school from what could be seen.
And this is how it began... the first day of school.