He turns the knob and shoves the door, entering his room. What a pig sty, he thinks to himself. I'm beginning to sound like my mom...2
"Honey?" His mother surprises him. "Dinner's ready...mac' and cheese!"3
My favorite! He thinks. At least a simple moment to enjoy in my life...4
He races down the stairs, sprinting to the table and flying into the chair. He scarfs down the food with few interruptions by his annoyingly loud brothers colliding with the walls and yells from his mother. Too much mayhem... he thinks. Maybe I should finish so I can go upstairs and finish my homework...5
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He woke up at 8:32 AM with his math book laying on his stomach and his pencil sitting across the room...on a Wednesday! He jumped out of his bed (flinging miscellaneous crap everywhere) and rushed over to his armoir, ripping it open and shredding through clothes.7
He just realized he still had to take a shower...but no time! He put his clothes on, stuffed all his homework in his backpack, and flew out the door, almost tripping and smashing his skull open on the cement.8
He screeched to a halt...realizing he had no bus to drive him to school! He ran back in the house and grabbed his mom and pulled her out of her bed and out the door, explaining what was happening on the way.9
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The car swerved, barely missing a STOP-sign pole and stopping in the middle of the road. He jumped out of the car, running through the door and up to the office. He quickly got his tardy slip and rushed to 2nd period, realizing today was the last day to get his most-important-of-all assignment in for 1st period. He felt embarrassed, angry, nervous, and a whole bunch of other emotions all at the same time.11
To Be Finisherized.
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