Other people might have seen Saturdays as blissful breaks, but, ahem, not you. It was just another excuse for your little brother to come into your room and jump on you until you were fully awake so that he could ask if you would take him to the beach.

So, yeah. Not so much of a break.

“Wake up! I wanna go to the beach!” he shouted cheerfully as he stumbled through your doorway, his blue-tipped brown hair looking disheveled.