Beep beep... beep beep...

Sean groaned, opening his eyes slowly from the sleep that he had been slumbering in since he had gone to bed that night. The vision in his eyes is blurred a bit, even from the rising sun peaking into his room and his alarm clock continuing to blare.

He brought out his hand from under the sheets which was to usually keep it warm during the fall and winter nights, placing it onto the alarm clock and slamming it onto the button that would turn it off, resetting it to go off again the next day. The clock was already set for the next school day on Tuesday, which was tomorrow.

Sean begins to crawl out of bed, sliding himself out of it and placing his bare feet onto the carpeted floor. The smell of breakfast looms in the air, which originates from downstairs. His parents are probably downstairs, making breakfast ready for him and his two sisters. Once out of bed, he goes to his drawers and changes out of his pyjamas into random mishmash of casual wear: white colored socks, denim jeans and a short sleeved shirt in the color of light blue.

There is the sound of someone knocking at his door. "Sean! Come on, breakfast is ready!" It is the voice of his younger sister Britney.

An annoyed look crosses over on Sean's face as he finishes placing the other sock on his right foot. "Alright, I'm coming!" He calls to her, going over towards the door with the audible sound of Britney's footsteps running right down the stairs, heading to the usual spot when it came to both breakfast and dinner.

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He leaves his room, heading downstairs like he did every day to gather at the table with his family for breakfast. With a turn from the steps, down the hall to the right past the living room, there was the dining room, with breakfast set on the plates and the plates of white ceramic set on the solid wood dining table.

Breakfast was that of the usual Monday morning on his white ceramic plate: five fried strips of bacon with two eggs over-easy and a single hash brown. The rest of his family were having the same thing as he was. The only difference being that the different quantity of how much of each item was on their plates. His father is there, using a knife to cut a bit of the eggs on the plate he has, taking a bite from one of them.

Sean pulls the chair back, joining his family at the table when he takes a seat and scoots it forward. His mother comes in from the kitchen, having finished washing her hands. He grabs the knife and fork, digging the tip of the fork into one of the bacon strips, taking a bite out of it and swallowing it, just keeping his mind on the food in front of him, trying not to think about today's Monday back at school again.

"Morning Sean," His mother says to him, showing a bit of curiosity in her expression along with a smile on her face. "Did you sleep well?"

He turns his head to his mother, nodding to her as he draws his fork at an egg, using the knife to carve it. "I slept alright. It's just another day of school again." He says to her, turning back to his food to eat a bite of the egg.

"I'm just making sure you're okay, Sean." His mother says to him, keeping the smile on her face as she carves off pieces of her egg on her plate, even with the hash brown.

"Isn't today a test for your English course?" His dad asked, having finished a sip of his coffee.

Sean shakes his head. "I think that's at the end of this week on Friday." He tells his dad, taking a few bites of a bacon strip when he finished talking to him.

"I already know what is going on with me," His older sister Heather spoke at the table, finished all of the bacon strips on her plate and moving to the only egg and two hash browns on her plate. "After I signed up for the drama club, Ashley, the leader of that club asked me to audition after school. I'm hoping I will be able to get in."

"We know you'll do fine, Heather," His mom says, quite surprised and with such proudness in her voice. "Britney, anything that is happening at your school?"

"The Book Club is opening up and offering positions. Do you think I should go and join them?" Sean's younger sister asked.

His mom has a smile on her face. "We all know that you really enjoy reading. I would say that you should give it a try and see what comes out of it."

Britney nods her head, taking her mother's advice to heart as she turns back to the breakfast on her plate.

Sean continued to eat as he listened in on the conversations shared between family members. He was already down to one more bacon strip and a few bits of a single egg on his plate. Typical usual breakfast when it wasn't cereal on any other day that he would pour himself and bring to the table where every family member was seated.

Transportation to school wasn't so bad for him when he would finish his food, he owned a bicycle being that his parents were driving off to work soon after he left. His two sisters, Heather and Britney were much luckier. They got a ride from the school bus on the way to school. If not a bicycle, Sean would have had to take the public transportation which might have taken longer to get to school, since you never knew what might happen or how early or late it would come.

With all honesty, he did not want to take public transit since the last time he took it, he was late for class and had to stay an extra 15 minutes to explain why he was late. The thought of not riding his bike in winter, really irritated him.

He continues with the last few pieces of food on his plate, having chewed and swallowed down a piece of egg, turning to his father who had finished taking a sip of his morning coffee. "I have finished breakfast." Sean notified him.

"You'll be going to school now?" His mother asked him.

Sean gets up from his seat at the table, turning towards the open arch to get ready for school. The sound of his dad's coffee cup is heard setting softly down onto the table, as he turns to his son, speaking to him with almost a bit of concern and curiosity in his voice.

"You know, Sean, we've been wondering..." Sean stopped at the middle of the open arch, turning his head to look at his father's brown eyes. "When are you planning on bringing home a friend from school that we can meet? Your sisters have brought their friends over, why not you?"

Sean thought about the answer to that question for a moment. "I'm not sure, but I am trying the best I can to make one." He responds to his question.

"Honey, maybe you'll be lucky today," His mother comes into the conversation. "Who knows? There is plenty out there that might have a lot in common with you. I think all you need to do, is just keep an eye out and just introduce yourself."

Sean manages to show a bit of a smile for his parents from the suggestion his mother gave to him. "Thanks mom, I'll try my best." He says to her, turning back around to head back into the hallway.

"Uhh, Sean?" His mother calls him again as he turned the corner from the room.

He pokes his head out from around the corner to look at his mother again, a look on his face that wondered what else she wanted to tell him.

"You forgot your lunch in the kitchen. I prepared it for you, so you don't have to use your lunch money in the cafeteria today."

Sean nods in understanding, going in the opposite direction from the front door to the open arch into the kitchen, grabbing the lunch bag on the counter that was left for him by his mother. It was the usual lunch pack that she would store his lunch in when he wasn't planning on spending his lunch money.

He goes back to the front door, putting on his black converse high tops. Once he had tied them both, he grabs his backpack, placing his lunch pack inside, and putting it behind him. He steps to the front door, opening it up and closing it behind him, his parents wishing him a good day at school as he left with a soft smile on his mouth.

Stepping around to the opposite side of his house, his bicycle is still sitting there where he had left it since this past Friday. The bicycle itself wasn't sparkling new, but more of a few to couple years in age. He steps forward, getting up onto his bike, one of his feet at the pedals as he stops, reaching into his backpack to get something out.

He got out his music player, something that he would listen to when he needed alone time, or when he was going somewhere. He places the earbuds into his ears, pressing play on the device and putting the device into his right pocket. As the tone of mixtures of pop and rock music play through into his ears, he places the both of his feet on the pedal, propelling forward off from the driveway of his house and out onto the quiet neighbourhood road.

The volume of the music was set at a good comfortable level so that he could play attention on the road in case there was a car behind him, on the sides or incoming down towards him. Being that it was still the time that other kids from his school were either getting ready for school or still eating breakfast wherever they were, it was fair timing for him today.

Even so, all in all, it would only end up being another usual day of school for him when he arrives. He was not looking forward to his first class of the day in Geography.