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Byrne frowned, muttering darkly as he woke up and rolled over. Beep. Beep. Beep. "Argh. You stupid alarm clock, I get the point! Feck off!" he growled, fumbling to grab the clock before he accidentally rolled straight out of bed. "Feck... Damned alarm clock," he snarled, hitting the off button on the dinosaur alarm clock he had found at a yard sale at least ten years ago. He then ran his fingers through his dirtied hair, staggering into his closet and digging through the stacks of clothing he had piled on the floor. Finally, he pulled out a pair of jeans and a black Beatles t-shirt. After throwing his clothes on, he went to the bathroom. Being who he was, he simply filled the sink with water and dunked his head in rather than actually taking a shower.

A few minutes later, he was downstairs. "Morning," he muttered to his mother, sitting down at the table and watching the news. As he did so, he propped his feet up on the table, folding his arms.

"Morning. Honey, feet off the table," his mother said, shoving his feet off of the tabletop before she set his bacon and toast down. "Now eat up. Let's not have another physical education class end with you fainting because you forgot to eat."

"I don't faint, Mum," Byrne said, smirking. "I pass out. It sounds better."

"Well, let's not have you keel over again! It was a damned good thing you weren't in the stadium then! You probably would have busted you head open. Then all your brain would spill out!" his mother retorted.

Byrne frowned, spitting out his scrambled eggs. "That was not the right thing to say while I was eating that," he laughed, finishing off his bacon before getting to his feet. He then grabbed his bag and opened the door. "Either way, see you later. Unless the school gets abducted or something like that," he called to his mother, running down the street to catch the bus.