Braedey Martin is just your average regular 17-year old boy. Living life at his high-school, getting knocked about by bullies, doing whatever he can just to survive through the day. He even has to contend with the many injuries sustained to his form...
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Just outside of New York to the Southwest, an alarm went off in a teenage boy's bedroom. Braedey Martin groaned as he kept his face buried in the pillow and he stretched out his left arm, looking for the alarm clock.
"Stupid... blasted... clock...." Braedey grumbled, trying to press the button. He pounded his fist down on the clock, shutting it up. Braedey groans as he rolled on his back and rubbed his eyes, running a hand through his messy brown hair, before getting out of bed and stood up, soon getting dressed.
Braedey Martin is a young male, only 18 years of age, with pale white skin, short jawline-length brown hair, and cobalt blue colour eyes. He stands only 5ft tall, his body being skinny, with broad shoulders, and skinny legs and arms. He is wearing a black shirt with a blue jacket overtop, as well as jeans and black boots. He also has on a pair of black-rim glasses on his face.
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"For the love of... what time is it?" Braedey looked at his clock. His eyes widened at the time. "7:55?! TheBus will be here in 5 minutes!" He ran into the bathroom, brushing his teeth like no tomorrow. Braedey then grabbed his backpack and he sprinted out the front door without another word. He didn't even have breakfast or even said goodbye to his parents.
Braedey could see the bus, just as it began to drive away as he tried to wave it down. "HEY! STOP THE BUS!" He yelled out, but the bus drove off.
Braedey slowed down, trying to catch his breath. 'Perfect. Just perfect!' Braedey muttered mentally to himself. 'Worst start to the day.' Realising he has no other choice, Braedey then does his best to run to the school as fast as he can. He hasn't been late once, and it wasn't going to start now.
'What a way to start the day.' Braedey thought to himself in exasperation.
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