As the sunlight protruded through the curtains and crawled up to Brad's bed, the young man was still sound asleep. He partied the night before in total disregard for the first day of school, celebrating the last day of summer with his best friends. The room was fuggy and reeking of alcohol. The smelly socks and sweaty t-shirts lying around the room and a half eaten pizza from last week didn't help either.
Surely enough, he even forgot to set the alarm. Luckily, his mother knows her Brad's bad habits and decided to wake him up personally. The stumping of her feet as she climbed the stairs to Brad's room jerked the boy out of sleep as a reaction to an uneasy feeling whenever he hears someone coming over. He didn't quite get up, though, he waited with his bleary eyes for his mother to enter the room and tell him to get up instead, as if the extra few seconds actually matter.
The doors shrieked open as a woman in her mid forties entered it with caution and to her surprise almost immediately covered her nose with her hand to tone down the stench: "Christ, Brad. Get up. You'll be late for school."
"I'm up, ma."- said the boy from under the cover in slow-motion, almost as if he was sedated.
"Now."- the irritated mother responded as she turned around to leave before diverting her head back again in disgust: "And for God's sake, clean up a bit".
It took him about 10 minutes rolling in bed before finally creeping out and slowly making his way to the closet to pick out something to wear, before going for a shower. The cold water in a warm summer morning felt like a good idea. In fact, it felt so good it took him another twenty minutes just to get out and dry off before dressing. As he made his way down the stairs to get something to eat, he found his parents sitting and drinking coffee by the dinner table, his father reading newspapers while his mother cleaning up after the two in a rush.
"Oh shoot, can I have some cereal?"- he asked politely, realizing he's late for breakfast.
"I told you to get down like half an hour ago."- his mother snapped back in annoyance -"If you want to eat something make it yourself. I'm late for work, and I suggest you hurry up because your school starts in less than twenty minutes".
At this point Brad glanced over the clock that was hanging off the wall in their dining room, realizing he's in a bad spot "Ohhh crap crap crap!", he repeated as he rushed over to the cupboards to take out the cereals and then stepped over by the fridge to take out the milk. He quickly poured the two in a bowl while continuously looking back at the clock. This chaotic behavior was observed by his father who was calmly slurping his last drops of coffee: "You might wanna pack some books while you're at it".
Young man instantly squirted the milk back into the bowl to his father's disgust as he suddenly understood he forgot to pack his backpack. He quickly spilled the bowl in the sink and rushed back up to his room to get his things ready. Okay, okay. Calm down. It's your school, bro. What could happen? You're never late. Classes are just early. -he encouraged himself as he rushed back down with the backpack hanging off from his right shoulder and stormed through the front door while casually raising his right arm to say bye to his dad.
As he got out he checked his wrist watch that now said he had only 10 minutes left to get to class. Alright. No problem. I just gotta drive a bit faster. I can totally pull this off. -he thought as he sat down in his '68 Camaro and took off in a rush.