Snippet #1973426

The sound of his alarm clock scared. Andrew woke up with a slight gasp escaping from his lips as he hits the top of it. He yawns while plopping back down in his bed, pulling the covers over his head as he tried to go back to sleep. His mother walks into his room, shaking him and not stopping until he got up. He groaned, looking at the clock, seeing that is was 7:00. "Dang." He skips taking a shower this morning, but still washes his face and brushes his teeth. He rubs the sleep out of his eyes, walking back into his room where he puts on deodorant and a hint of cologne. Andrew then puts on a blue short, sleeved Polo shirt and cargo khaki shorts with a pair of brown colored Sperry's. He walks out of his room, walking down the hallway, where the kitchen was a he only lived in a one story house. He grabs the handle upon his fridge, opening the door and grabbing a Coke-Cola as he kisses his mother goodbye, heading out the front door. He pats himself down for his keys as he rolls his eyes, going back towards the house. His mother opens the door, handing him the keys as they both smile at each other, now he was off to school.

It was now 7:20, ten minutes to get to school. "Come on! Come on!" Andrew yelled as it seems everyone wanted to drive slow this morning. He beeps at the cars in front of him, wanting them to speed up as he took a sharp turn, taking a mini detour as he was at the school's parking lot, with two minutes to spare. As he stumbled to get his book bag, Andrew opens up his car door, slamming it shut as he clicks a button that locks the vehicle. He stops by his locker as he throws everything in there but his notebook and a pencil as the bell rings. He runs into Mr. Steveson room, interrupting his first of the day speech. "And why are you late?" Andrew knew all eyes were on him, trying not to look at his classmates, a shrug came over his shoulders as he pats Mr. Steveson on the back. "You was a student before right? Was you ever late?" Andrew laughs a little as Mr. Steveson nodded. "Well played. Here." He hands Andrew his schedule. Andrew nods while walking down the aisle, sitting in the middle of the room in a empty desk. He opens up his notebook and readied his pencil to write as he glared over his schedule for a while.