Chase groaned as he hit the snooze button on his alarm clock for what seemed like the hundredth time. The room went quite yet again and he shifted in his bed looking for a comfortable position. Unable to go back to sleep, Chase opened his eyes and stretched. He looked at the clock on his night table. “Crap” he cursed under his breath as he hurried himself of the bed and into his bathroom. It was 6:40 and school started at 7:30. Normally he wouldn’t have cared, but this week was an exception. Chase wasn’t a bad student, he wasn’t dumb or stupid, but he wasn’t very dedicated either. He didn’t hate school but he was in no rush to get there and it was his custom to arrive late to class. Last week Mr. Rembrant, the school principal, had called his parents and warned them that if Chase was late one more he would have his third detention in a month. His parents had not taken the news well, and he was deeply grounded. No TV, no iPod, and he had to go straight home from school. This punishment was killing Chase, and thankfully his parents had told him that if he finished the month without any tardies or any other disciplinary problems his punishment would be lifted.
Chase took a quick shower and got dressed in a hurry. Then he quickly turned on his computer. “Come on,” he urged the screen while he sat down on the chair. When the computer was finally done booting up, it opened up to a word document occupied by a sole word at the top: Conscription. I’m dead, Chase thought as he quickly typed up the few facts he new about mandatory military service, and tried to weave it into a short essay. After some time of hitting the keys urgently, Chase looked at the clock on the screen. It read 7:03. Knowing that the work he had done could have been done ten times better by a five year old, he pressed print. Crossing his room in a jog he opened the door and slammed it close. He ran through the narrow hall and reached the stairs which he flew down through. He reached the first floor and made his way to the white marble kitchen.
***
Rebecca gathered the books that were orderly stacked on her desk and placed them inside her lime green Jeansport backpack. She eyed the clock that sat on her night table. It read 7:02. She went to the bathroom removed and rinsed her retainer, and proceeded to put moisturizing cream on her hands and face. After that she clipped her wavy hair in the back with a modest clip which blended in perfectly with her light brown hair. She checked her reflection in the mirror and gave herself a nod of approval. She exited her bathroom and headed for the door of her room. Outside she strode through the hallway lined with painting and doors, and then she descended into the first floor.
Rebecca crossed the ample living room and walked into the dining room. We should use the dining room more often, she thought. It is beautiful and a big waste. “Ewww,” she said with disgust as she walked into the long kitchen. “Can’t you use a cup. It’s really not that hard. I’ll walk you through the steps if you want.”
Chase lowered the milk carton from his lips and grinned. “That is very considerate of you but no thank you. You see this way I’m helping the environment. If I don’t use a cup then its one cup less we have to wash, and more water is saved that way.”
“Very funny,” Rebecca replied crossly. She walked towards the fridge and took out a peach and the orange juice. Then she opened one of the many cabinets and took out a cup in which she poured herself some orange juice. She sat down in the small wooden table at the end of the kitchen and ate her breakfast quietly. “Did you finish the Spanish homework?” she asked.
“Crap,” Chase cursed loudly.
“Chase,” a grown voice reprimanded as a tall woman entered the kitchen.
Chase took a quick shower and got dressed in a hurry. Then he quickly turned on his computer. “Come on,” he urged the screen while he sat down on the chair. When the computer was finally done booting up, it opened up to a word document occupied by a sole word at the top: Conscription. I’m dead, Chase thought as he quickly typed up the few facts he new about mandatory military service, and tried to weave it into a short essay. After some time of hitting the keys urgently, Chase looked at the clock on the screen. It read 7:03. Knowing that the work he had done could have been done ten times better by a five year old, he pressed print. Crossing his room in a jog he opened the door and slammed it close. He ran through the narrow hall and reached the stairs which he flew down through. He reached the first floor and made his way to the white marble kitchen.
***
Rebecca gathered the books that were orderly stacked on her desk and placed them inside her lime green Jeansport backpack. She eyed the clock that sat on her night table. It read 7:02. She went to the bathroom removed and rinsed her retainer, and proceeded to put moisturizing cream on her hands and face. After that she clipped her wavy hair in the back with a modest clip which blended in perfectly with her light brown hair. She checked her reflection in the mirror and gave herself a nod of approval. She exited her bathroom and headed for the door of her room. Outside she strode through the hallway lined with painting and doors, and then she descended into the first floor.
Rebecca crossed the ample living room and walked into the dining room. We should use the dining room more often, she thought. It is beautiful and a big waste. “Ewww,” she said with disgust as she walked into the long kitchen. “Can’t you use a cup. It’s really not that hard. I’ll walk you through the steps if you want.”
Chase lowered the milk carton from his lips and grinned. “That is very considerate of you but no thank you. You see this way I’m helping the environment. If I don’t use a cup then its one cup less we have to wash, and more water is saved that way.”
“Very funny,” Rebecca replied crossly. She walked towards the fridge and took out a peach and the orange juice. Then she opened one of the many cabinets and took out a cup in which she poured herself some orange juice. She sat down in the small wooden table at the end of the kitchen and ate her breakfast quietly. “Did you finish the Spanish homework?” she asked.
“Crap,” Chase cursed loudly.
“Chase,” a grown voice reprimanded as a tall woman entered the kitchen.
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