Beep! Beeep! Beeeeep!
"Here we go again<" he mumbles, as he reaches for the snooze button. Dang it. He had forgotten, last Mom had moved the clock. But where?
Under the bed! Just as he stretched in his bed his brother, ever chipper, popped his head through the door. "Whats up bro. You ready for school?"
"Oh yeah," he said with as much sarcasm as possible at 6:02 in the morning. Realizing if he didn't get up soon his brother would take the shower, and he'd never get it then,he slithered out of bed. Thank god. Someone remembered to put a towel out last night. Maybe today wouldn't be so bad after all.
Showered, dressed, and semi-consious he appeared in the kitchen. Typically he have to spend 3 minutes searching for a quick meal, but atleast for today he didn't. For there in the corner was a half-empty box of ceral. He grabbed down a bowl and began to pour.
Nothing. Not a piece left. That would explain why it was left lying aroud. So typical...
PS. Please comment. I'm trying to write one installment a week and i could use some ideas.