---Firkle's pov---

I woke up to the sun burning it's way through my eyelids, from a crack in the curtains.

I groaned and rolled over rubbing my eyes.

Why does the sun have to be so fucking bright?

I sit up and stretch my arms up above my head before crossing them and leaning against my head board. My joints popping in the process.

I close my eyes and rest against the headboard nodding slightly.

Then, I open one eye and glance at my alarm clock, ten fifty six.

I was supposed to go to school... Meh. I don't want to. I'm tired.

I slide back down, after pulling my curtains shut, laying on my bed. My arms were crossed behind my head as I stared at the ceiling.

I shrug and roll over onto my side. I don't want to deal with today.

---Ike's pov---

I tap my foot a few times during class staring at the clock.

Where is he?

I wanted him to be here so we could talk. I was going to invite him to sit with me and my friends today!

But now he's not here.

Uuugh.