"Jake! Your breakfast is ready! Now get up, or you'll be late for school!"
A boy of about fifteen opened his eyes to a lit room. He had just been awoken from an amazing dream – he was about to kiss Leona Lewis – but his mum had snapped him out of it just before their lips met. The boy, Jake, grumbled as he sat on the edge of his bed and stretched. He was about to endure another day at his boring school, where nothing out of the ordinary ever happened. Not even any of those alien invasions on Earth had interfered with the school: none of the staff had been controlled by the aliens that had invaded on Christmas Day; the men made out of metal hadn't even given the school a second look; the star in the sky had shot nowhere near the small town that the school was in; the school insisted that it stayed running when the Atmos technology had gone crazy; and the aliens called Daleks left literally just after they invaded – even the Earth got toed back to its original place.
Still, lots of weird things were happening on Earth, and everyday, Jake prayed that it would actually affect him in some way. Sighing, he got out of bed and walked downstairs into the kitchen, where his mum had set out some toast.
"There you are!" his mum flapped. "Honestly, you lie in longer every week, I swear. If it wasn't for me waking you up everyday, you'd have no hope in Hell of passing your GCSEs, let alone your 'A' Levels"
"Mum, I do have an alarm clock. You just never let me set it!" Jake protested.
"That's because you'd press 'Snooze' as soon as it'd come on, I know. Now eat – your clothes are on the coffee table in the living room!" his mum, Kylie, told him.
Jake spread some butter on his toast and began munching it whilst trying to put his school uniform on one handed. The morning ended normally – him slamming the door as his mum ushered him out.
He walked through the school gates five minutes late, and was trying to think up an excuse as to why, when a man barged past him.
"Hey, watch it!" Jake said.
"Oh, sorry. 'Scuse me" the man said without turning round.
Jake made a rude gesture behind the man's back. The man swivelled round.
"Do you really think it'd be wise to swear at a member of the army?" he demanded, flashing a piece of paper with very official looking writing on it. Jake saw the man's name was John Smith, and that he worked in the weapons department. "Now, if you'll excuse me, I must investigate"
"Investigate what? This is probably the most boring school in the history of ever!" Jake told him.
"We'll just see about that" the man said, before running off. Jake wondered if any excitement was going to happen, but pushed the idea out of his head, and ran off to class.