The alarm goes off around 5:00am, loud and shrill. Kyle knocked it off with a groan and stared at the cracked ceiling above him. Noise coming from the fan above doing little to stir the heavy air in the room.Another Day.He sat up slowly, the old mattress groaning beneath him. His room, if it could be called that, was the size of a rich man’s wardrobe. One narrow bed, a rusted fan, Walls painted a dull-peeling-grey. In the corner, a half broken dresser and a cracked mirror barely clung to the walls.Kyle dragged himself to the sink in the bathroom, and splashed water on his face. Sharp and real. His eyes found the broken mirror. Still the same man but a different surname, Kyle Brooklyn instead of Kyle Rutherford, mixed skin, curly black hair that needs a trim, Brown eyes heavy with something more than sleep. The ghost of who he used to be, clung to his reflection. The boy who once had a future. A family. A name that meant something.He walked back into his room. On his cupboard, sit
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