Riley opened his eyes at the alarm clock on his bedside table, once to see what time it was, and then again in a waking shock. He flung his covers over, wasted no time getting to his dresser, cursing along the way.

“Sonuvah… why can’t I ever wake up earlier? Dammit!! Who ever invented snooze buttons…”

         Throwing on an outfit consisting of blue jeans, a black t-shirt, and a red sweatshirt which had two black stripes running down the sleeves, Riley decided to stop in the kitchen for a bite. His mom was at the table, relaxing with a newspaper and a hot cup of coffee and donut, when she saw her son running by, grabbing a pack of pop-tarts from the pantry, and sprinting to the kitchen entryway.

          “Mornin’ Roli,” said his mom, failing to catch Riley’s ears, “Wha- HEY!!”

          Riley poked his head through the entryway. “What, mom?”

          “What’s the rush? I swear, you’re gonna get a speeding ticket one of these days.”
          
           Riley rolled his eyes and directed his body away from the entryway, “Yeah, I’m running late, gotta go.”

           “Okay,” said his mom, turning to her newspaper, “Just don’t kill anybody on your way out. And good luck with your exams!!”

           Riley was already out. A voice off the side said, “Good luck,” to which Riley, whilst running through the front door, turned and said, “Thanks, see ya!” Riley then ran as fast as he could through the little hamlet which he called home. Pallet Town.