Ttttrrringg. The alarm clock rings, its shrill cry echoing through the quiet rooms. I have grown accustomed to my day starting off like this - the screeching sound of the clock going through my skull, reminding me it's the start of a new day. As I roll over, open an eye, and glance at the clock on the bookcase, I can just barely make out the time. 6:30? 7:21? 7:35? It’s not easy to make out the time when you don’t have glasses on. I open my eyes wider, crane my neck higher, until I can distinctly make the time out - 7:35. 

7:35! School begins in 25 minutes! I quickly roll out of bed, which reminds me of the times I used to roll down grassy hills in the nearby park. But reality hits me again - there’s no time to think. I don’t notice how I almost trip as I rush downstairs. I don’t notice how hot my oatmeal is as I gobble it up. I don’t notice how cold and windy it is as I run outside, jump over my bike, and start pedaling furiously. I don’t notice how no one is there as I arrive at school. Finally, as I park my bike into the bike cage, I take a look at my surroundings. No teachers, no students, no anything.

Of course it’s Saturday.