Hungry

Chapter 1

Of all the days to start the school off, it would've been taking your time and being slow maybe drowsy with a little head droop and dragging of the feet. Getting ready; eating breakfast, brushing teeth, and hair, or you could begin it by oversleeping. This was what Tim did by hurrying out the door, scrambling to the school bus. Possibly having homework for this or that class, and just surviving to the bell. That was what Tim Palmer his life was. It was the normal mundane it was the 'norm'.

Something short of lackadaisical. Tim's the sort of teenager that wouldn't be described as smart, but he wasn't stupid. He was just a clever enough kid who was fortunate enough to pass most tests and then be able to attend a prestigious school such as Wittlich High. It was notorious every brochure had "renowned for budding artists" plastered on it. Not many had to be as calculating to get in, but just about everyone knew why they called it "prestigious". It was talent, skill, and maybe a bribe. Disgusting.

Tim never wanted to go to school, but his grandfather was adamant about his grandson going. Tim often remembered the times where his parents would yell back and forth with his grandfather and the banging of fists on the table. The raised voices of what they wanted for him, and sometimes it hurt because that was difficult. His grandfather wanted him to attend Wittlich High while his parents wanted him to continue on with a normal public high school, and it was based on one single hobby that both he and Grampa Bo shared. Both loved photography and both do it as a hobby. 

Everyone on both sides of the family; the Palmers and Herouxs knew Tim was an ace photographer from an early age. Going all over the country, they took photos. There wasn't a time where both weren't taking pictures on vacations. Unless if it weren't for board game night, money and pieces would fly throughout the rented log cabins. Tim hated to remember his grandpa's booming laugh, it was the match that got the rest of the family going.

Now he was sixteen-years who seemed to howled naivete, unrestrained male cologne, and his feet that were always two steps ahead of him. Unlike the others, he had the daily achievement of tripping on air. Thinking of his late grandpa he forgot something. To look to see where he was going, now Tim had the rare feat. It was nonetheless without a painful end to be forever clumsy it was like a shadow of bad luck for anyone nearby. Indeed it was cliche, but alas a trait that could be seen as either charmingly cute or increasingly avoidance, and why the aversion to him grew because of his accidents, the poor guy could never get anywhere without having some misstep. Which by this point most girls avoided out of safety than in distaste for him in the school.

As soon as he entered the rusty doors they day had as quickly came to a close. It was the last period of the school day, soon everyone would be rushing to the door, Spring Break! Excitement kicked the dry air as everyone gulped in anticipation. Tim included, he eyed the clock as it slowly the hands ticked and clicked in a monotonous rhythm. Tims's teacher looked at him and back at the clock, slowly stood up, and shifted to the front of the class.

He coughed clearing his throat he spoke in a soft and yet still audible for the class "I would like to make a quick announcement before I dismiss. I also want to 'Remind' you students that I dismiss you not the bell. That the Monday after the spring break weekend." Taking a breath writing on the board, as he spoke 

"You will write an essay on How does Ovkell explores the problem of rhetoric? Paying particular attention how are the expressions used to implement civil charge? Now I expect to have the twenty-nine of you to hand in two paged essay on my desk, and that is before the bell begins Mr. Cruz." as Mr. Delgado finished, his wispy wise eyes eyed the hand raised. Those old droopy eyes scanned the room he sighed putting his glasses back onto his chest, "You have less than two minutes, what is it, Mr. Cruz?"

"Double spacing?" Jamie Cruz asked the kid had lazily picked his arm down.

Mr. Delgado went in front of his desk to sit at, his arms were cross more so than his face. "Well, I wonder. Did we have double spacing last time?" Mr. Delgado asked Jamie, who nodded at his remark. "Then I would assume that it would be the same as the last time. You should know by now how I want the papers written. I have a rubric."