The alarm went off, causing the covers of the bed to stir. After a moment, a hand slipped out from under the mess of pillows, to hit the snooze button. After the action, it flopped down against the side of the bed for a moment. There was no movement for a bit after that, the one within the bed expecting at some point to hear the sound of a man telling him he needed to get up or he would be late. Hearing nothing, a messy head of brown hair would finally surface from the pillows. Noah Mason listened to the silence for a moment, before sighing.

He pushed away the covers, ignoring the slippers by the bed as he swung his legs over. He ran a hand through his hair, before heading to the door of the room. He slipped out into the hall and down the stairs, still in his black pajama pants and a gray t-shirt. Reaching the end, he headed for the kitchen. No one there, he half expected the note on the fridge at this point. Plucking it off, he read the words. "Noah, good luck on your first day....remember to show them the guy who makes me a proud father" he rolled his eyes at the cheesey words, "I'll be home late, so feel free to order pizza."

He tossed the paper on the counter, before turning away from the kitchen. They had been here a week now, and boxes still littered the house. They were not going to get unpacked any time soon, especially with him alone left to do most of it. He headed back upstairs to the bathroom. Taking a quick shower, he looked at himself in the mirror. Frowning, he ran his fingers through his hair a bit once more. The hazel eyes that looked back at him he had told were like his mother's. He knew he should be wearing his glasses right now. They were not mandatory, he could see well enough without them.

His dad often chided him though, telling him he shouldn't let his eyes get worse with carelessness. It was more of the far away stuff that strained him. They had not been able to get into an eye doctor out here yet, and he doubted the would for awhile. Heading into his room, he moved to the closet. What to wear on his first day? He already knew people would be staring and whispering at him most likely. Small town, new spreads quickly, especially about the city boy moving here. Not to mention his father had let it slip to the local cafe waitress, that he had a thing for mystery. Now he was already getting odd looks while they had been getting settled this past week.

Didn't help his case either,that his father was insisting he did something to get involved at school. He would have loved just to focus on school, on surviving, but he didn't want to let the man down. So, he had chosen what could possibly be the biggest mistake of his life here. He had decided to start a mystery club here. He had already cleared it with the principle. He really didn't plan to get much of a response, especially on a monday. Today would just be to put out feelers, kind of a sign up day. The actual first meeting wouldn't be till tomorrow...if he got anyone to sign up that is. He frowned, grabbing a paif of dark jeans and a black t-shirt.

He dressed, before slipping on a brown beenie and his blue and white coat. He grabbed his glasses, putting them on before heading downstairs again. He ran through the typical list in his head. Phone charghed? Check. Keys? Check. Everything turned off? Check. No chance of the house burning down because he'd forgotten? Check. He smiled, heading out the front door as he grabbed his bag from the coat rack. Locking it, he turned and nearly jumped out of his boots. His neighbor from down the way, an elderly woman named Miss Devou, stood there. "Heading to school?" she asked. He nodded, "yea..." She smiled, "have a good day sonny."

With that, she continued along her way. He watched her for a moment, man, he would never get used to that. He headed down to the sidewalk. Within walking distance to the school, he would have preferred to take his skateboard, but knew most campus' were leery with people riding them in the halls. He could have biked the five minutes there. A waste really. In the end, walking was the way to go. He headed off in the direction of the school, placing his headphones in. People along the way waved to him, like they already knew him. It made him a bit uncomfortable, all these strangers acting like they were friends.

All wanted information, he did his best not to be rude. The walk seemed to take longer than he anticipated, before he was able to get to the school. It was a decent size for being in such a town. It looked quaint. Heading in, he slipped his schedule from his bag. On it, there was the usual locker and combination as well. He had left his books here, so they would be ready for today. Didn't mean he remembered right off the bat where he had left them. He found his locker again, putting in the combination.

He would take the first few books, as to not have to keep coming back here before lunch. Out of the corner of his eye, he caught people already watching him. He tried not to look, to let it get to him. He closed the door to his locker, before pulling out the flyers from his bag. "Well...here we go..." he moved along, hanging up a few as he went. There was a bit of time before class.

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