Rentrez

The hair dryer from the room nextdoor woke him up. He didn't got mad; it was time to get out of bed anyway. He didn't think twice: He threw the blanket, his two pillows and the mushroom shaped cushion in the floor, tidded the bed and then placed it in the same systematical order he did everyday.
He finally realized:"Fuck, I got school today."
He got his agenda to see what classes he would attend later. They included: Science, Geographie and English. "Not that bad," he reasured himself, "at least the day will be quick."
Or not.
In sequence he deposited all his affaires in his backpack, carful enough not to forget anything; threw his pijamas off, and replaced it with several layers of clothing. He could sense that it was cold by the goosebumps he got when he exposed himself. He was ready. Ready to descend the stairs and eat his breakfast.
Actually, just a cup of milk and coffee. He took his medicine and refilled his water bottle. He encountered the same people, and had the same exact small talk he did every morning. The day had barely start, and he was already tired.
He said good-bye, and walked out the house, with, as always, an madning parasite.
Not that he didn't like her, but it was just too much coexistance. She was nothing to him, solemly a stranger, opposite of himself.
But it was ok. He put up with 2 months already. He would survive more 6 weeks.
I hope he will...