It was a fresh morning when Dawn had awoken to the sound of his alarm going off from his phone. With effort, he got up from bed and immediately began to tidy up his bed. He knew that his mother had set an alarm yesterday for herself too in case he didn't end up waking up on time, so it's likely that she is awake now.
"Dawn?" The familiar voice of his mother called, not too loudly of course, his father is still asleep.
He poked his head out his room door, seeing his mother coming down the hallway to him. She had on her robe and her black hair up into a big messy bun. At the sight of him, she smiles lightly before coming into his room, beginning to look through his drawers where all of his clothes were.
"I can do it myself." Dawn tells her as she pulls out a red sweater and some blue shorts.
"I don't want you choosing something that doesn't match. What if other kids make fun of you?" She says.
He rubs his arm in response, looking elsewhere as she laid out his clothes for him on the bed. He looked at the mirror, seeing how messy his curly black hair was. He had tan skin and a slim build. Finally, once his mother was done, she looked at him expectedly. Dawn took the sign and reluctantly put on the sweater.
Once he was ready to go out the front door, his mother put a light hand on his shoulder.
"Remember to not be too trusting of the other kids, okay? You never know what their true intentions are these days." She says, ruffling his hair before smiling at him.
Dawn did not enjoy these types of statements she would make, and it was always with the most innocent expression whenever she did. He never knows how to respond to them, because he didn't want to feed into her strange paranoia by making her believe that he's agreeing with her, but he also didn't want to dismiss it. Those never end well. But, he nods anyway, not wanting her to worry.
"They aren't all bad." He commented quietly.
His mother sighs, shaking her head.
"Someday you'll learn."
Not the best message to carry to a new school, but sometimes, she is right.
With that, Dawn treaded out the house, going to his designated bus stop, where he spotted another boy who was shuffling his feet, restless. Firmly holding his own bookbag. He had dark skin and short dreads dyed red on the ends, as well as a prosthetic right arm, which Dawn rarely sees these days at all. Going towards him, the boy immediately looks right at him and grins.
"Scared?" He asks Dawn, chuckling to himself a bit.
"No, it's not gonna be too bad." Dawn said, although his head told him otherwise.
The thought of going to a new school sounded like a dreadful idea to him. With his quiet personality, he felt unsure if he was going to make any friends at all. He wasn't sure if anyone in middle school liked people like him, and wondered if perhaps he had to change that.
"Good! Cause I'm not either! I'm gonna make so many friends, dude. Isn't this crazy? We're already in the sixth grade! I'm Trex by the way, did I tell you that already?" The boy rambles.
He raised a brow, looking at the boy with a curious gaze. Dawn does not usually hang around talkative people such as Trex. Those types of people usually like to spread rumors and gossip behind another one's back for fun, he would think.
"Oh, uhm. No..You didn't." Dawn said.
He thought Trex was about to ramble some more, before the boy's eyes widen as if remembering something.
"Oh! Geez—! I almost forgot! What's your name? Before I forget. I'm gonna write it like—Ten times on a paper or something to remember." Trex chuckles again, adjusting his yellow round rimmed glasses.
"Dawn.." He muttered quietly, but enough for Trex to hear once he leaned in a little bit.
Trex nods vigorously after hearing Dawn's name and taps his head several times with a furrowed brow, a focused look on him. Dawn couldn't help but tint a bit of a smile at it.
A few moments pass with just them two standing there at the bus stop, waiting on the bright grass. The sun was already beginning to shine down on them as the morning progressed. He looked around, glancing at Trex every once in a while, feeling the need to say something. It made him feel a bit restless as much as he was because he didn't want this to be an awkward quiet moment between the two.
"Where's your house?" Dawn says.
Trex raises a brow and looks over his shoulder, pointing to a house right next to Dawn's own home.
"I live there. You?"
Dawn would then point at his own.
"We live right next to each other! We have to be friends now!" Trex exclaimed, turning around, looking at Dawn's house now.
It was a nice thought to have a friend of his own to talk to whenever, but he just met him. He wasn't so sure yet. He shifts to one foot, thinking about it. Dawn didn't want to disappoint Trex either, so he didn't want to say no.
"I mean…Yeah. If my mom lets me." He said.
Trex would cock his head at him.
"You think your mom wouldn't let you? My dad doesn't mind when I invite my friends over." Trex said.
Dawn could tell that Trex was the type to have a lot of friends probably. That made him frown a little at the thought.
"My mom doesn't like new people. She'd have to see them a lot to feel better." Dawn explained.
Trex nods once as he listened.
"That sucks..I wouldn't be able to not be able to see my friends all the time." Trex says.
Trex was quite the social person. But being such a social person, Dawn would know, had its own flaws. He used to be friends with a couple of others before they suddenly didn't like him anymore due to his apparently boring personality. But he had already seemingly become friends with Trex, so he can only hope that he wasn't too much of a mean kid.
"It's okay," Dawn and Trex would both see the bus coming down the road.
"Maybe I'll convince her. We can try doing something." He says with a tinted smile, to which Trex grins once more.