AN: well this is my first fanfic so please no flames but constructive criticism is welcome, now on to the story! Oh and I do not own Startrek Enterprise, that belongs to Paramount Pictures.

A very obnoxious beeping awoke Malcolm Reed on a fine Saturday morning. He reached an arm over and slapped the on/off button and sat up groggily.

"What did I do to deserve this?" he asked himself. "Getting up at eight in the morning on a Saturday!" But he then remembered today was the day of his Starfleet examination, the day when young cadets took the test and either passed and went on to become officers, or fail and have to go back to the academy. Malcolm tried to put that last thought out of his head, "I will not fail!" that's what he had been telling himself for the last two months since the final examination was announced. Saying that he was nervous would be an understatement. He was practically shaking with apprehension. Malcolm was very good at not showing emotions on his face, so his parents had yet to notice his unease. "Oh well, I have to get out of bed sometime" he said to no one in particular. He slid his legs out of his bed and put his feet in the pair of slippers that were on the floor.

As Malcolm walked downstairs the wafting smell of breakfast met him and he realized just how hungry he was. He then practically ran into the kitchen, when he arrived Mr. Reed (Who was sitting down at the dining room table.) looked at him oddly,

"What are you running for" his father asked rather crossly.

"I'm just very hungry is all" he answered in a low voice. Malcolm sat down across from his father at the dining room table. Soon breakfast was served and Malcolm ate at an alarming rate,

"Whats up with you" his father asked gruffly.

"I'm late for-" Malcolm was about to say graduation test but he knew his parents hated the idea of him joining Starfleet. They wanted him to join the Royal Navy like his father, his grandfather, and his grandfathers father.

"I'm late for something important." Malcolm stated.

"Well late or not you should still mind your manners at the table"

"Sorry" Malcolm answered in a low voice "Won't happen again."

Malcolm finished his breakfast rather slowly and walked back up the stairs to his room. By now the sun had risen, he glanced at his alarm clock next to his bed "Nine thirty, already!" Malcolm said to himself exasperated. "I better get going if I don't want to be any latter then I already am." He scoured his room for all of his text books, pens, pencils and finally his backpack to put them in. Once every thing was in the backpack he set it next to the door to the hallway and went back inside his room to clean up a little before he left.

Malcolm pick up a checklist off the now clean floor, he realized that this list was a school packing list,that hadn't been their before, so he decided to use it.

Once everything was checked off on the list he walked out the door, down the

stairs to his backpack and out the door while calling goodbye to his Mum and Dad.

Well what did you think?

Oh and this is counted as an writing assignment for school. :)