I'm two different people,
and they were both meant for you.
but you are only one person,
and I'm torn...

Zane was the one who was almost twenty minutes late to class because he slept in. And on the weekends, if it weren't for his dorm-mates he would sleep until four in the afternoon. So, why did he get up at seven? The stupid dorm-mates forgot to close the window, and the light of the early morning sun shone into the room. Did I mention that the window was open? I soft, chilly breeze rolled into his room, and the birds chirped sweet songs. The trees swayed in the breeze, and the sun made everything look gold. To any normal person, this would look like a scene of life, beauty an nature.

But of course, Zane wasn't normal.

He woke up and grunted, shutting the blinds, but he couldn't get back to sleep. He got up and pulled on some skinny jeans, leaving his feet ad chest bare. He ran his fingers through his hair and walked out the door. Maybe food would make him sleepy. He brushed the sleep from his eyes and pushed open the door.

There was no-one there except a girl with tattoos up her arms. He smiled and grabbed a bacon and egg roll, and plopped down on a chair on the same table of the girl. He smiled his charming smile and said "Zane. You?"

Zane munched on his roll as the girl, around his age, looked him up and down. She seemed...cool. Zane liked the tattoos, they suited her. He played with his nose ring, waiting for her answer. "Jazz" He smiled. Jazz was an awesome name. He had a feeling one of his cousins had that name, but probably not - he just had alot of cousins. He swallowed his mouthful of bacon. It burned his tongue, and woke him up a little. He would probably never get back to sleep now.

He was just about to talk about her tattoos when Jazz said "Why up so early?" Ahh, good question. Zane laughed, "My dorm mates left the window open, and the blinds open as-well. So the sun woke me up, but don't worry, I usually sleep in until ten or eleven in the morning, so I wont be bothering you again." He shrugged his shoulders and nods at her "what about you, or do you like being up this early? Miss the rush of kids waiting for breakfast?"

Zane hated the rush. Yesterday morning, a little fourth grader kid pushed him, and Zane picked him up and threw him on a table and ran around him, and because Zane had super speed, the kid threw up because he was dizzy. The kid screamed so loud. Zane got in a ton of trouble.
But, the school year hadn't actually started, but there were a few pushy shovy kids around the school. Zane just couldn't help himself.