They couldn't wait for lunch, but first they had to get up. Monday morning was always the hardest, especially for Kenny. The chipped, and almost destroyed alarm clock, that had a very weak ring to it, started to buzz. Kenny ignored the sound for a moment, but realizing what would happen if he woke his dad, switched it off. He rubbed his eyes and yawned.
After a while, Kenny got out of bed and walked over to a shattered piece of mirror and looked at his reflection. Noticing, his hair was tangled, (as usual) he combed it through with his fingers. Shower day was tomorrow so he would just have to wait.
Kenny put on his snow suit, and quickly zipped up. Flipping the hood up, and pulling the drawstrings, once again, he made them too tight. He grabbed his backpack, his cell phone, which he slipped into his pocket, and headed out of his room into the kitchen.
Kenny opened the fridge door quietly, to look to see if his father had brought home any scraps of takeout from the diner. Sadly, as usual, there wasn't...just bottles of empty and/or half empty beer. Kenny sighed and shut the fridge. That's how he always saw things..."half empty". Never "half full", life was always so upsetting. He quietly shut the door, and walked down the driveway. Kenny gave one last look at the house, sighed once more, and walked the rest of the stretch to the bus stop.