---Firkle's pov---

I spent the entire weekend like I always do; Reading, sleeping, and eating.

That's literally all I did, and it's pretty much all I ever do.

I stared at the ceiling as my alarm blares loudly.

I glad at the ceiling as the noise suddenly becomes infuriating rather than just annoying or bothersome.

I reach my hand over, not even looking where, just trying to cease the shrieking.

I end up - instead of turning it off - shoving it as hard as I could, which made it come unplugged and silent.

Finally... I thought and rolled over.

I don't want to go to school. I think I'm just going to go back to sleep.

Then there's an obnoxious knocking on the door.

"Firkle! Dude!" I groan internally, "Get up!"

I groan and pull my pillow over my face. Fuck mornings.

I hear the door opens and my blankets getting pulled. I grab onto them tightly and hold them over me.

"Come on, we're going to be late," I sit up and look at Ike standing there by the foot of my bed.

What the fuck are you doing?

But instead of saying that, I rubbed my eyes and stared at him.

"We're going to be late," he repeats smiling at me, "C'mon. Let's go already."

I shake my head at him.