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A sharp ringing pierced the thick fog of sleep, and I opened my eyes long enough for the bright light of my phone to do the rest. I quickly reached to the bedside table and dragged downward on the screen, unlocking the device and turning off the alarm. Another quick tap on the top of the phone locked it once more, allowing the darkness to retake my room. I didn't really want to get up. My room on the corner of the house meant that it was cold, despite the three computers that hummed under the desk. I rubbed my eyes, and forced myself to throw off the blankets and climb out of bed.
"Only one more week", I told myself, purposely forgetting about the half week of finals before winter break.
I clutched my phone and stumbled out of the room, my eyes still adjusting to the blackness of the house. It was quite a beautiful house, and certainly expensive, with high ceilings, a large open space, complimented by the tall windows looking out onto the lake behind it.
Carefully, I made my way down the stairs, and walked towards the kitchen at the front of the house. I fumbled for the lightswitch, and braced myself once I found it. Flicking it on, the kitchen lit up instantly, and I sprung into action, putting together a quick breakfast of frosted flakes and milk. I sat down at the small counter, and switched on the conveniently placed kitchen TV, enjoying a small bit of my favorite cartoon, Chowder, before I had to get ready for school. I hastily slurped down my cereal, and then leaned over the counter to carefully place the bowl in the sink before sitting back down. I turned my attention to my phone, unlocking the screen, and opening up my to do list.
The first semester of Sophomore year was almost over, and yet I still had 2 projects and a speech to give before taking finals, not to mention the numerous review guides we would be given over the course of the semester. Next, I opened up my phone's browser, and clicked the bookmarked link to check my grades online. I sighed. B's and C's made up the majority of the page, with a rare A- in geometry. I sighed. I hated school, and it showed. I had quite a few missing assignments, and despite being very intelligent, my grades remained at slightly above average from pure laziness.
With that, I locked the phone, brushed my long, black hair out of my face, and ventured back into my room to get ready for the day.

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