Drake awoke to the sharp noise of his alarm clock. As he reached desperately for the snooze button, Sunny Smiles', the local radio weatherman, voice filled the room he shared with Josh.
"And it's a beautiful 8:45 a.m. here in beautiful BayView!"
Drake reached for the alarm clock and, instead of turning the cheery weatherman off, he struck the alram clock, sending it toppling to the floor where it broke. Drake pulled the covers back over his head and went into a blissful, silent slumber.
Then, remembering the time, he flung the covers off of him and jumped out of bed.
Why had no one bothered to wake him up? He scrambled around for a pair of jeans and a shirt, glaring at Josh's neatly made bed. He plopped on Josh's bed, messing up the perfection that was Josh's bed, and pulled his socks on. After grabbing his shoes and backpack, he sprinted into the hall, only to be greeted by one of Megan's daily traps.
"Megan..." he growled through clenched teeth, rushing to get up off the floor and forgetting his history project that he had spent the majority of the previous night doing and that was due today.
He ran down the stairs and into the living room and, after grabbing a pack of pop tarts out of the kitchen, ran out the door and to school.
After a 10 minute sprint to school and 3 minute jog to class, Drake pushed the door open as his History teacher, Miss Woodlawn, was taking attendence.
"You're late again, Mr. Parker. You know what that means, right?" Miss Woodlawn asked, one of her perfectly shaped eyebrows raised slightly. Drake's face turned a slight shade of red as he shuffled wordlessly to his seat and sank down in it and buried his face in a book. The class giggled immaturely as Miss Woodlawn walked over to his desk, detention slip in hand.
"Drake..." someone whispered, jabbing him sharply in the back with a pencil as soon as the teacher has walked back over to her desk.
Drake turned and faced his best friend since he was in diapers, Melody.
She smiled and whispered, "Don't feel bad. I got detention for chewing gum, which, might I add, I'm still chewing." Drake felt alittle better knowing that he wouldn't be alone in the cold detention room. At least he'd have someone he knew there with him. He smiled and turned back around.
It's almost Valentine's Day and I don't have a date...Should I ask Drake?...Will he say no? Melody thought, gazing at the back of Drake's head.
"Well, I hope all of you have done your assigned projects... Remember I don't accept late work unless you were absent." Miss Woodlawn lectured to the class over the scrape of chairs on the tile floor and shuffling through backpacks. Drake grabbed his backpack off the floor and dug through it.
"Please don't tell me I left it at home...Please don't tell me I left it at home.." he mumbled at he continued digging through the cluttered backpack.
After a few miuntes of searching, Drake realized that he had indeed left his project and began mentally serching his house for it.
"Mr. Parker," the teacher said, interrupting his mental house check, "where is your project?" Drake looked up at his teacher then looked away as his face turned light pink.
"I forgot it...Can I bring it in tomorrow?"
"I'm sorry but you can't. But you CAN think about it in detention." her voice seemed distant as the laughs of the class, with the exception of Melody, rang in his ears. He slid down into his seat, wishing he could disappear.