"Time is an illusion. Lunchtime doubly so."
Harry woke up from a fitful sleep his mind reeling. It appeared that his mind had now finished playing catch up, and thus had decided to get back on with its favorite pastime, that of keeping him up at night. Harry wasn't really that surprised at the painful images going through his mind, after all it was about time the author injected a bit of angst into the story; he just wished for once it didn't have to come at the cost of his sleep.
Looking up at the peculiar bedside clock he deduced, and that was no small feat as the clock in question was a magical one with all the peculiarities inherent there in, that it was about 7.45 in the morning. He then swore. Loudly, even in pasletoung, for you see today was to be his first day at high school (the mammoth task of managing to falsify records being part of the three day plot hole canceling planning he did) and he had to get the bus at eight, which gave him 15 minuets to get dressed, eat and out the door.
God did he hate Monday right now.
Fourteen minuets and thirty seconds later a slightly more awake, if out of breath Harry stood at the bus stop cursing crazy old men, dark lords and wizarding alarm clocks because somehow he just knew it was there fault. If he was honest he was surprised about the amount of attention he wasn't attracting, but then again that was why he chose Amenity park and Casper high as his new home, so he decided to see the positive in the situation for once in his life.
After climbing onto the bus when it finally arrived, he found himself renegade to the back seats that from his seating companions seamed to be reserved for the geeks. Huffing in annoyance at having to sit next to a guy he designated "flake boy", he prepared himself for a long 15 minuets ride to school.
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Ok I know you want to kill me for my short updates, but atlest it's something Nie?