Passively normal day

Waking to the drone of normality. The truck compacting the bin he took out last night. The two other foster siblings shouting about their breakfast, homework and uniform. That one of foster fathers chilling them out and asking for if the coffee flask for work was ready. Most of all was the sudden shout of his name from the stairs. The commentary of annoyance that he doesn't fit it like everyone else. The one stepping upstairs is the other foster father whom was more maternal with things.

He sighed in kicking the bed sheets off and looking for anything out of normal on himself which is his normal. Age 16 guys, most kids like the one lagging behind in waking up would seem to be this problem for most. Most whom as slackers are antisocial or very ready to be argumentative.

Yet this is not entirely true for himself. His mature for his age, good at studying and has all the time in the world to listen to anyone. He just has a few strange habits that lead to him jumping foster families and having to keep constant checks with a loony doctor. For the most part for whom seems a loner is actually a decent everybody person. Being friendly enough to all and isolated personal information.

Clean everything from shirt to socks. The brand new set of shoes from no where. He makes a few false scuff marks so his not asked about it. No worrying about changing bed sheets this time. Unlike any other teen going through changes; it be his sometimes near death encounters from the other side that would have blood everywhere.

He just about finishes and slips around with closing the door behind him. Nearly jumping skin to the bingo orange uniformed fella with a stern look down him.

David works hard in the large bingo place four streets from school college. Elderly of the community and young mothers seem to swamp the place. What matters at the moment is trying to make sure James seems passively normal to David hawking him.

"Thank you for the chore pick up. Yet you always seem to be only one whom does it other me." This foster family has worked this far maybe do to acceptance everyone being different. These two fathers have been hopeful that a mature extra might rub off to the other two. It sort of has... this makes week 3 of everyone leaving with clean uniforms. No pranks or spilt breakfast on them.

James can nearly mime out what was going to be said next but has learn to not freak folks out with that, "Did you sleep at all last night? You got dark circles under your eyes."

"I'm fine, appreciate the worry." the hallway mirror across from his door makes sure of last checks. No strange thing about him, this time. In looking to David, sits a sort of fey ghost thing on his shoulder. They came in all forms shapes and colours. Its no wonder his been mistake as drug addict by a previous foster.

"Are you sure or are you just not feeling well?" Deep concern drawing to the brows.

"I just think someone will win big at your work today." David laughs a little but believes him. The kid predicted that one elderly couple with heart issues. David likes these creepy remark. Believing in some unseen fortune telling the kid has. Messing up the hair into something neater, David makes sure to see him walk down the stairs like he should. The kids a magic act all the time, always a next rabbit out the hat trick.

"James... have you seen my text books?" Karen is always clumsy in leaving everything laying around and forgetting where it was. Her blood brother was the problem kid that clowns with pranks and videos on YouTube. His channel isn't big but its had copycats on vine try to get him to do more and more stupider things.

"The living room coffee table when we were going through maths. You were helping me with history." She gasps in remembering and rushed through.

"Don't miss the bus folks and don't forget you bus cards. Especially you Jess. I mean, Karen. Sorry." Rick was at that moment about to put his hands into his sister coat. At first with shouting back about the bus card being there but in also putting a whoopie cushion there. Harmless.

Folks shouting over each other about items, breakfast and class. She going to do well with today as the butterfly on her shoulder will mean she fated for something good. Her brother having a goblin green imp at chuckle with whispering how to make the prank 'better'.

Greg in the kitchen works from home as a game developer. Another whom appreciate the little comments, the magic tricks or ideas of game mechanics. Not superstitious or spiritual like his partner but finds it endearing. He currently on a tablet researching character design for the new horror game.

The screen of mask clay doll like figures with paper like skins. The clothing in sheets rolls vivid colours and hypnotic rune patterns in magic like hieroglyphics. The masks had three stuck expression. They all would have look the same if they didn't have patterns and colours. They have a bone like sturdy core about them, even having shadow casted over surrounding objects of the photos. They have strange pinned limbs instead of feet. circular foot prints. Greg sighs aggrieved with the images, locking the tablet screen. He wipes his eyes and massage his eye nose ridge.

The hallway to the front door has a mirror. A last look before walking out. There was no spirit or ghost or horror sitting on James today. It seems last nigts walk through a sandy blacken area has some properties that makes spirits avoid. That was worth noting, and he does in his own journal encoded by a language of his own design. Rick has stolen this journal several times and tried to use it against him. Rick has a thing against James being here. Goodie two sheos out shining in the eyes of David. David is everyone's favorite.

"I expect you three to still have enough for lunch. No mid week extras." David wags and has them out the door, "Stay safe!"

The three give there waves and play nice in sight of the house. Turn the corner, that changes. The bus stop is on the other side of the train tracks out of the bottle neck of the quite English urban wash.

Rick as always has a hand out with his demand of pocket change from James. James doesn't put up with it today, not in the matter of causing conflicts but just because he isn't sure if he has it on him anyways. Karen defends and split them both and they both stop her walking on the track. The 6am train storms past, the whole thing is turned at her for not looking. James is now the mediator of the two.

This is a average school walk for them, minor chat and mostly silence. Bus ride they sit totally away from each other entirely. One off at other stop they cross the roads and soon splitting from each other to join other school freinds on the same way. They are in different year groups or grades. It means they are only together at 'home'.

Time sort of melts into one. Class will be mediocre with not being easy to learn and not hard either. Passible grades overall. James had excellent skills with crafting in DT, a interesting ever changing art style and always analysis in things missed by even the teachers. Terrible at history and worse at PE. Not made many friends since his just transferred recently. A friendly loner. He settled quicker then normal but he has been flung between schools like foster parents.

When today was done, and taking part as a family member at home. Nothing at a surface level is wrong. Ignoring the important imperfections around pass a day uneventful enough to be normal. He makes it a choose to properly ignore that very wrong things he sees all the time.

If you must know, PE has to many dead students distracting him for keeping up with class. The history class is and has always been a struggle. On breaks between classes, finding the least active eat area that was always impossible. From avoiding school potential bullies, the horror freaks that no one else can see or the dead student whom stands with his head in his hands looking out most classroom windows. The spirits, ghosts and creatures that hover around the freinds groups. Everyone is stand off ish with newbies. Transferred students were hidden trouble makers or just foreigners. Folks that didn't grow up in the area like those around them. A smart teachers pet whom avoided everything. All the normal dramas of kids his age, discovering themselves. More ways then one for some and others being school focus only. No one was middle ground.