Jack was tired. His alarm was, as always, set for 6:15. Today was the day. He got out of bed and walked downstairs, while pulling on a shirt so he wouldn't freeze to death. His house was cold, like it always was in the winter.
He grabbed some toast and put it in the toaster. He heard his mom telling his siblings, "I understand that you're sick and you don't want to go to school today, the day that the government chooses a random Middle school, where the students must fight to the death, but you aren't even in middle school!"
Jack scowled. Of course. He thought about the battle he had seen on last years "School Games" day while putting Nutella on his toast. The star running-back of the school had gotten his hands on a spear, and for the rest of the kids, it was all over.
Jack went to the sink to wash off his knife and fork before putting them in the dishwasher. He went into his mom's bathroom and brushed his teeth. His government was barbaric. But at least his school, out in the middle of nowhere wasn't important. Important schools were targeted.
He ran upstairs and got dressed. An ISU shirt (his dad had graduated from Iowa State University), blue jeans, and black, Under Armour shoes. He grabbed his dirty clothes from the day before and ran to the basement to put them in the hamper. "Mom," he called up the stairs, "have you seen my coat?"
"Ye-es," she answered, "It's in the living room."
Jack looked around his basement. There were legos on counters his dad had built, a pool/hockey table, a treadmill, and a foosball table. As he walked up the stairs Jack noticed that his Dad was unusually pale. "Dad, don't worry," said Jack, "It's my last year of middle school. I'll be fine. Besides, you've seen the way I wield an axe when we're chopping wood."
His dad smiled. Jack grabbed his coat and went outside to grab the dog food bowl and filled it to the brim with food for his pup, Pupcorn. His dog nearly bowled him over as Jack fought through the wind to reach the dog's bowl. He poured the food in and Pupcorn began wolfing it down. Jack laughed. He loved his little dog.
Jack went back inside and sat down to do his homework. At 7:20 he picked up his bag, his books, and his lunch and put them in his dad's truck. His father dropped him off at the bus stop and drove to the hospital where he worked. As Jack got on the bus he saw that the middle-schoolers looked nervous, but that was normal today. This had been the case for as long as he could remember.
As the bus picked up more people in it's way to school Jack read. He was a huge fan of Rick Riordan, but right as he was getting to the part where Magnus, Sam, Hearth, and Blitz were arriving on Fenris's island the bus driver stopped. It was time for school.