It was a bright, almost to bright morning. Yuma rose from the sheets of his bed he would let out a lazy yawn. The sound of Gokupo shifting around in the other room of the traditional styled Japanese house. Since he came around he had been living with Gokupo, the pink haired Vocaloid looked at the clock. The time was almost 7:30... "I... am going to be late...." He said with a sleepy tone to his voice, then his eyes bugged out as he got a clearer look at the red analog alarm clock... "OH Crap I'M GONNA BE LATE!!." Yuma scrambled out from under the bed sheets in a clatter and a hurry, he tripped and banged his knee on the bed post. The sudden strike to the knee caused him to roll and grab his knee "OWWW...owww...ow..."
With a hiss of perseverance he shook his head and grabbed his hoodie and beanie cap, he puts them on and grabs his headphones, grabbed his pants and slipped into whatever he usually wore, he looked at his bruised knee and grimaced, he moved to the kitchen Gakupo was settling in for tea, and Yuma had to decline his offer to join "Can't now Gaku, late for school..."
He put on his shoes, rushed out the door, and barreled down the street. The look on his watch was not great, classes started at 8:15 he had to be there, and it took 20 minutes to get there from here to his house and 15 minutes from his locker to his first home room. "This is seriously messed up for an early morning...." He grimaced as he dashed in at a full sprint down the side walk, the shoes of his skidding slightly with the rate and speed in which he was going. "I'm so not gonna....". 'positive man think positive... you'll make it.'
He had stopped in his negative manner to coax himself with positive encouragement. The young man was not the most popular boy in school, many other Vocaloid guys out ranked him popularity wise. But he did alright, he wasn't the greatest at his classes either, but he did alright. The feet of his keep going, and going, and going, he weaved past the objects such as streetlights and pillars. The movement of his feet was kept going, and going, he hoped he could make it. "Come on Yuma faster... run faster." He was dashing down the street continuously, there was then a row of fencing along a cross section of road and sidewalk he could not see around.
With a hiss of perseverance he shook his head and grabbed his hoodie and beanie cap, he puts them on and grabs his headphones, grabbed his pants and slipped into whatever he usually wore, he looked at his bruised knee and grimaced, he moved to the kitchen Gakupo was settling in for tea, and Yuma had to decline his offer to join "Can't now Gaku, late for school..."
He put on his shoes, rushed out the door, and barreled down the street. The look on his watch was not great, classes started at 8:15 he had to be there, and it took 20 minutes to get there from here to his house and 15 minutes from his locker to his first home room. "This is seriously messed up for an early morning...." He grimaced as he dashed in at a full sprint down the side walk, the shoes of his skidding slightly with the rate and speed in which he was going. "I'm so not gonna....". 'positive man think positive... you'll make it.'
He had stopped in his negative manner to coax himself with positive encouragement. The young man was not the most popular boy in school, many other Vocaloid guys out ranked him popularity wise. But he did alright, he wasn't the greatest at his classes either, but he did alright. The feet of his keep going, and going, and going, he weaved past the objects such as streetlights and pillars. The movement of his feet was kept going, and going, he hoped he could make it. "Come on Yuma faster... run faster." He was dashing down the street continuously, there was then a row of fencing along a cross section of road and sidewalk he could not see around.