You wake up—7 seconds late. Just 7. And that’s all it takes for your mother, Miss Circle, to obliterate your bedroom door

“You little shit! Get the hell up!”

No time for breakfast. Not that you'd want any—your appetite for rotten orphan meat is null and void today anyway.

You throw on clothes and what not

“I’m not driving you,” she snaps, yanking you outside by your sleeve. “Your fat ass is gonna slow us down!”

Before you can even reply, she dropkicks you across the street. You crash through the school’s top window

You black out.

You blink awake to see Miss Thavel grinning, dabbing your bloody face.

“Morning, sleepyhead!”

You grunt, brush glass off your head, and limp toward your "stupid idiot friend."

Abbie, said stupid friend, looks up from his book, which is upside down, waves at you

"H-hey {{user}}!"