BEEP! BEEP! BEEP! BEEP!
His hand flails around for the snooze button, but can't find it. "Great, I actually have to wake up this morning," his mind groans. So, he sits up and wipes the sleep from his eyes. He turns to his right and his hand manages to turn off the alarm. He sits there groggily, his face plastered with the dumb expression of sleepiness, and his eyes gazing trance-like into the clock - which currently read 8:02.
His tongue does the thing people usually do in the morning, to get some moisture going. His eyes blink and he yawns and stretches. Then, as the gears start turning, it clicks.
"Wait, what? It's eight o'clock alrea- OH SHIT! It's past eight!"
Light would be impressed at the speed that he managed to strip his pajamas and get into day clothing. He bolts into the bathroom and quickly, but sloppily, applies toothpaste to his toothbrush, and proceeds to brush his teeth in the same fashion. After rinsing his mouth out he searches frantically for some deodorant. He finds a stick and rubs it in the necessary areas for an instant bath (or a temporary one). He looks up in the mirror and finds his dark brown eyes staring back at him. His eyes focus on his hair, and to say it is ridiculous would be an understatement. He grabs his comb and tries to tame the long, brown strands. When he is impressed with his work he runs back into his room.
The clock now says: 8:07.
"You've got to be kidding me."
But, clocks don't have a sense of humor, so he's guessing Mr. Carlegan won't either.
His eyes scan the room for his shoes and he finds them under a pile of yesterday's clothes. Chucking the clothing aside, he puts the shoes on on his way downstairs. When he reaches the first floor - which was pretty fast since he jumped both flights - he goes over to the pantry and grabs a couple granola bars for breakfast. On his way out the door he grabs his backpack, and then he's off to school.
Any normal person would walk (or run) on the sidewalk, or take the bus, or have someone drive them to school. Since he has none of those choices - he missed the bus, mom's at work, and he doesn't have the time to take the long way around - he has to take the shortcut. That is, cut straight through town.
Luckily, he has special skills.
Last year on a Saturday, he was bored. So he surfed the web until he came across an article on parkour. Since it sounded cool, and he was bored, he read it. He immediately wanted to do parkour after he finished the article, so he tried it out. He got a few cuts and bruises, but he kept at it. Now, a whole year later, he's a parkour novice.
He takes a bite of his snack, shoves it back in his pocket, and takes off running.
The first obstacle is an easy one: his fence. He sprints up to his garage and jumps into the wall, only to rebound off and grab the top of the fence. He pulls himself over and hits the ground running. He runs through his neighbors' yards, juming over and sliding/ducking over any obstructions he encounters. He soon enters the city.
The shortcut takes him through an alley (he uses a dumpster to get over a fence), across a street (he gracefully vaulted over the cars stuck in a traffic jam), and over an abandoned building before he reached the school just as the last bus was leaving.
"Free running once again has saved my life."
He enters the building - still running, by the way - and slows down to a brisk walk through the hallways to Mr. Carlegan's math class.
When he opens the door a couple dozen eyes are fixed upon him... including Carlegan's.
"Andrew Sharp, this is the third tardy in of the month. I'm afraid you'll have to spend your other half of the day in detention. Now please, take a seat."
Andrew sighs and walkes to the back of the class. When he finds his seat he drops his bag and sits down. The teacher begins to drone on about what they are supposed to learn.
When Andrew finally gets home, he finds his mom cooking dinner. Before he even reaches the kitchen his mother confronts him.
"I heard that you received a detention," she says.
"Yeah, I did," he replies
"Could you explain why?"
He sighs and sits at the table before continuing. "I was late three times this month. But I swear that Mr. Carlegan is out to get me-"
"Why were you late Andrew?" she interrupts.
"I didn't wake up till eight."
Andrew's mom pauses for a moment while stirring something in the pot.
"I guess if that's all... I'll let you off the hook."
The two then discuss what happened with their days. When the food is ready they eat and talk about their plans about the trip to Ireland to visit Andrew's dad.
When they finish eating Andrew and his mom wash the dishes, then Andrew travels upstairs to do his homework.
After he had finished all his subjects (and aquired a slight headache) Andrew started up his 3DS and popped in his Pokemon Platinum game. He plays until the sky turns dark and then puts it up for the night. Andrew swithces into his sleepwear and gets under the covers, then slowly goes to sleep.
Andrew wakes up to his 3DS's pulsing blue light.
"I thought that I turned that off..." Andrew thinks and he flips open the lid.
He is greeted by Arceus's sprite on the screen, a text box under him.
"That's weird."
But things get weirder as text appears in the box. But instead of the regular text sound, a large booming voice - too big, it seems, to be coming from the device - reads along.
"Human, I need your help. I don't have time to explain, press whatever is your confirmation button now."
Andrew, since he is half asleep, thinks nothing of it, and pressses A.
Arceus's sprite turns and looks directly at Andrew.
"I'll be waiting," it says.
The screen goes black, and, shortly after, so does Andrew's vision.