Berwyn woke with a start. He looked at the clock sitting on his bedside table and its bright red digital numbers glared back at him. "Balls!" He was late. For his very first day back at school no less. Berwyn threw the covers off his body and pushed himself to the edge of the bed, wiping the drool from his mouth as he did so. Daylight filtered through the half closed blinds on his bedroom window allowing Berwyn to get dressed without taking the time to find the light switch. Mornings were never the young man's forte. Every day he would rush out of his bedroom, stubbing his toe on the door jamb and swearing to high heaven that the damned thing moved closer to his poor toes whenever he walked by. On a table in the kitchen downstairs Berwyn found a note left by his sister that read,

[i]"Good morning! It's your first day of school! I tried waking you up a few hours ago but you were unresponsive. Honestly, Berwyn, I almost called the paramedics! Anyways, I went on ahead. Don't be too late! 

-A"[/i]

Berwyn chucked at his little sister's handwriting and tucked the note into his back pocket. On his way out the door he grabbed a banana and started a brisk jog towards the train station that would take him to class. 
Through a miracle, Berwyn made it into class before the last bell. He picked a seat as close to an open window as possible as he was hot from his run to the train and then a sprint to class. He hoped that he didn't smell too badly. Now all he had to do was pray to the powers that be that he made it to the [i]right[/i] class.