Roger Waters POV

BEEP

BEEP

BEEP

BEEP

....

and slam...

That damned alarm clock won't shut up! Therefore, I slam it to the ground. That ought to shut it up.

BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP

"Argh!" I scream. Finally, I end up jumping up and down on the clock, and it finally stops. "Whew..."

"Roger!" my mother screams, "What are you doing?"

"Nothing, mother!" I smile at the carnage of clock, and then go into the bathroom and put on a pair of jeans and my favorite black t shirt. Then, I go downstairs and pour myself a bowl of Corn Flakes. Don't let the authorities fool you, Wheaties aren't the breakfast of champions, Corn Flakes are. I'm a champion, so of course I eat Corn Flakes! I finish my breakfast, and then grab my book bag and head out to my car. I start blasting my radio as I race down the road, and I get to the school, run into the school, and head to my locker.

"Good morning, Roger!" Paul McCartney says. Ugh, why does my locker mate have to be so happy and carefree? Does he not know about the suffering and pain of the world?! He starts applying a little bit of mascara, then he grabs his books and struts to his first class.

Ugh, what's my first class again? Oh, right, art... "Good morning, Roger!" Mr. Holly says. Ugh, why is he so upbeat? He probably broke up with his girlfriend or something and now he needs to compensate.

I sneer, "Good morning, Mr. Holly," I throw my books down, and Syd perks up as I sit down.

"Hey, Rog!" he says rather groggily.

I pull out my sketchbook and respond, "Oh, hey Syd!" He's one of the few people in this world I actually enjoy the presence of. Syd starts drawing the sketch to what appears to be a face, and I ask, "Say, Syd, are you drawing anyone in particular?"

"I'm drawing Mr. Holly," and he focuses back on the drawing.

"Ugh, not you too! Kissing his ass!" I roll my eyes and slam my sketchbook open.

Syd looks at me and says, "Whoa, relax! I'm doing a project where I'm drawing all of the people I know. So far I've done five people. I only started two days ago, so I'm proud of my progress."

"Oh, well that's different, then!" I smile again and happily start drawing random lines on my sketchpad, "Crap, Syd. I have no clue what to draw..."

Syd whispers, "How about a lovely picture of our dear principal?"

"Hehe," I laugh, and I start drawing the worst caricature imaginable of him. Mr. Holly, for the first time in his entire tenure at our high school, actually gets up and starts walking around the class, watching what the students draw. I immediately turn to a new page in the pad and start drawing a couple of flowers,

"Man, Roger," and he laughs, "What lovely flowers those are!" A couple other students around me laugh too, they knew I certainly wasn't drawing flowers. "I'd love to see what flowers you might make for Mr. Berry, or even for me!"

Whew, thank goodness Mr. Holly actually found it somewhat humorous...
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After art, I run along to my next class, which is civics. Yet again I am forced to sit next to David Gilmour and Keith Emerson. David bugs me because, well, he's David. Keith has only recently started bugging me ever since I realized all he cares about is music! He seriously cannot appreciate the beauty of a good political argument. I can't stand people like that. I suppose that Brian May kid is alright at least.
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Ugh! Well, onto my damn gym class...

"Okay, when I call your name, please say present!" Mr. Cash says. He rattles off the names of various students, until he finally gets to me, "Roger Waters?"

"Present!" I shout.

"Well, okay then!" Mr. Cash calls, "Today we will be playing soccer. So, everyone get into your teams!" I run right to my group, and the seven of us all run out onto the field. Of course I am the star forward. We all play very hard, and finally, we win!

Wait, this is not okay! How did Nick score the winning shot?! All of the other guys give Nick high fives, and I just stand there in shock. It appears this day is officially ruined for me...
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After my humiliating defeat the rest of the day is a haze. Yeah, I go to lunch and choke down my sad little sandwich, and I go to my remaining three classes, but it all blurs together.

I have no other choice, tomorrow is the day I will win big for myself.