Sidney rolled on his side to face the window, the sheets wrapping around his legs. He went over the plan in his mind, visualizing every move. Thinking of each little step as he would perform the motion. Everything had to be in order and to seem natural. Every little detail including brushing his teeth, eating breakfast, grabbing his backpack with all the right books for his classes today. Ninth grade was different from eighth grade. High school was different from middle school. He had different classes on different days. The school was a lot larger and he had to carry the books that he needed for that day with him and leave the others at home.
Sidney had to do everything today as if it was a regular school day. Bring no suspicion upon himself. So everything had to seen like the things that boring, average Sidney would do during his boring, average day.
If he got out of bed, and made his bed, of course, pulled a clean pair of blue jeans out of his drawer and put them on, selected a clean, probably hunter green, polo out of his dresser and slipped that over his head, walked to the bathroom where he would wash his face, brush his teeth and comb his hair, returned to his room to put on a pair of gray ankle length socks and then slip on his tied white and black Nike tennis shoes, the day would be one of Sidney's normal and ordinary day. So that's exactly what he did. He moved the extraordinary thoughts into the back of his mind for the time being. He would go over them again during breakfast.
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