Max lay staring at the ceiling. The alarm on his phone had been going off every fifteen minutes, meaning he had been laying awake in bed for roughly half an hour, but he didn't particularly feel like getting up. He was a little sick of the routine. Granted, it was only the first day, but Max was certain that this year was going to be little more than a carbon copy of last year, just with new faces. He was already aware that the St. Dominique's orphans were going to be attending this year, all the students and their parents did. It was largely viewed as a PR stunt, something that many families approved of, since it helped the face of their companies for their children to be seen attending both a prestigious, yet also sympathetic and compassionate school. It certainly appeased a lot of the 99%'ers. Max, for the most part, didn't care. All it meant to him was the same school-ground politics and an increase in theft accusations, really.

The noise of the phone finally became too annoying and Max roused himself from bed, walking across the room to switch it off. It was a 'birthday present' from his father. Their company was moving into the communication technology market and this was the latest prototype of their highly anticipated smart phone, a sleek, silver device that boasted a 500GB storage capacity and a graphical quality that rivaled most custom-built computers. It had a bad habit of crashing, however, especially whenever it ran Skyrim, meaning that many of the attachments, such as the bluetooth keyboard and mouse, went unused.
Walking over to his closet, Max started to dress for the day. He didn't bother tucking his shirt in, the practice had always bothered him when it wasn't explicitly called for. A jingle in his pants pocket caught his attention and he reached in, pulling out two pairs of keys. The other part of his birthday present. He could legally drive now, which meant his mother had bought him a Jaguar XK120 whilst his father had gotten him a '69 Shelby GT 500. Max suspected it their difference in taste had a lot to do with his mothers residence in England while she oversaw their U.K branch whilst his father handled the U.S branch. Throwing the keys on the counter where his phone had been, Max finished dressing and leisurely exited his room, heading towards the dining hall. He had no idea what was on the menu, but he didn't feel like anything too rich this early in the morning.