A day in the life of Steve

The door creaked open, causing Steve's eyes to flick open. He'd been awake for about fifteen minutes already, enjoying the comfort of his twin bed and heavy covers. He waited for the steps to approach his bed, but they didn't. His mother must have seen his eyes open. Peering over to the doorway, he saw the blurry outline of his mother standing there. She had paused at the doorway, watching her son stir slowly. Then, with the expectant, "come on," she walked briskly out of the room. Jake rolled back over, thinking to himself how much he hated morning people. Finally, with a sigh, he pushed back the covers and swung his feet onto the floor. He walked slowly to the bathroom. No need to rush. He passed Martin in the hallway. The Swedish exchange student had been woken up earlier, as was custom, and now seemed wide awake and alert. Steve couldn't make out his facial features; he didn't have his contacts in yet. But he could tell by Martin's gait that he had been up for a while. Reaching the bathroom, he put in his contacts almost immediately. Steve hated not being able to see, therefore his contacts were vital to his day. Seeing quite clearly now, Steve rubbed his eyes and stepped into the shower. It ended quickly, as did breakfast and the rest of the morning routine. Steve stood by the door, waiting for Martin to finish whatever he was doing, which usually took him another fifteen minutes. But Steve got lucky today, and Martin walked briskly out of his room, carrying his running shoes. Apparently the Soccer team was running today. Steve would have been carrying his shoes too, if Mr. Turns hadn't called an emergency run-through of Act 1 of their fall play. On the drive over to school, Steve idly thought about his responsibilities while Martin handled the ipod. Sure, soccer was important and he should attend every practice, but being assistant director was even more so. So, Martin would have to explain to coach again. But coach wouldn't mind. Steve had already talked to him about it. By now, Young Seezy was blasting from the speakers, and Steve had relaxed into the drive. Too bad they had just pulled into the school parking lot. Steve parked the car in his usual spot, turned off the engine and grabbed his backpack from the back seat. He then walked up the ramp to school with Martin and entered the quad, immediately striking up a healthy conversation with his friend Larry. Larry always got to school early, so Steve could rely on some entertainment the moment he got to school. All too soon the bell rang, and Steve was off to class. 1st block was statistics. It went by slowly, as was custom. Steve had the next block free, and spent the time chatting with Lucy, who was always fun to talk to. On the way to Morning Meeting, Steve realized he never really did much work in his frees. Steve disregarded that thought, reminding himself that there wasn't much homework for him anyways, being a Senior. Morning meeting was a drag, as usual. With no announcements that pertained to him, time slowly marched by, while people's announcements gradually got longer and longer. Finally, it was over, and Steve was off to Government. He couldn't pay much attention today, he was way too hungry. Finally, the lunch bell rang, and Steve briskly walked to the line of pizza buyers. Upon purchasing his pizza, he sat down with Larry and some other friends, and listened to them talk about some upcoming football game. Steve liked football, but he would never get into it as much as his friends did. After a little while, the bell rang and Jake walked to Mr. Turns' room, where he had Advanced theatre. There, he worked on his scene with Lucy until the class ended. they were making good progress, but Steve wasn't sure they'd be ready to perform it by next week. But, he and Lucy had the next block free, so they worked on it even more. Satisfied with their work, The two of them left school towards the end of the block and got slurpees at the Seven Eleven. School ended after that, and Steve once again walked over to Mr. Turns' room. Rehearsal was productive, it seemed as though the actors had taken Mr. Turns' words to heart, and memorized their lines. Rehearsal therefore ended early, and Steve hung out in the quad until Martin was done with practice. Finally, Martin was done, so he and Steve headed home, all the while talking to each other about the day. Steve's mom had already prepared dinner for them by the time they got home, so they ate quickly, devouring the food and satiating their hunger. Martin then disappeared into his room, muttering something about homework. He had plenty of it, being a junior. Steve also went to his room, saying the same excuse. there, he took out his stats and looked at it for a while, then decided against it and put his backpack away. It was getting pretty late (dinner was a big deal at Steve's house), so he lazily got ready for bed, taking his time to carefully do each of his nightly rituals fully and completely. When he finally climbed into bed, he was very ready to do so, and drifted off almost immediately. (909)