The MorningGumball Watterson, fifteen years old, woke up in his bed, sweating from another dream he can't remember. He sighed and got out of bed. Looking at his alarm clock, he saw that it was about three hours until he had to wake up. He shrugged and decided to get ready. He went to his closet and opened it. Pulling out his outfit for the day - a black t-shirt, silver choker necklace, chain bracelets, baggy black jeans, and a black hoodie - he went to shower. Finishing up, he got dressed. After getting dressed, he put on his makeup.
Sometime between elementary and middle school he became goth. Well, not full on goth, just the looks. He was still the wild child from his childhood, even though he was older and looked different. His makeup consisted of eyeliner and eyeshadow and nail polish, all black. He put the makeup in his back pocket, knowing instinctively that he was going to ruin it in someway, be it the pool, water, tears or food. Finished, he went to eat breakfast, which was small. Finishing his food, he grabbed his backpack and walked to Elmore High.