The ear-killing sound of the alarm forced Jacob out of his dream, the whiteness that was coloring his eyelids morphed into the warm beams of the sun that shone through his window. He let out a deep groan as he massaged his eyes with his hands, wishing so dearly that he didn’t have to get up this early. He truly hated school-mornings. Stumbling out of bed he quickly made it from his chilling room to the door a few meters away; his tiny bathroom. While his apartment wasn’t luxurious by any definitions of the word, there wasn’t anything better than getting the first wave of the hot water on his body in the morning. Using way longer in the shower than he was supposed to do, he got out and threw a pair of worn denim jeans and a green t-shirt on and made his way to the small kitchen where he grabbed a sandwich, threw another in his worn out school back - together with a green apple - and rushed out the door. 
Looking at his watch he quickly realized that he was, once again, late for school. 
“Crap…” he muttered before releasing a sigh. Looking around to make sure where he was he set off in a quick burst, quickly gaining speed as he sprinted towards the school-grounds - hoping that he wasn’t going to get into trouble with the teacher if he came too late.

It didn’t take him more than 5 minutes to reach the school-grounds - thank god for his apartment’s close proximity to the school! - and continued to dash through the now almost empty out areas of the school. As he reached the front door for the main building he checked his watch once again. He had made it. Barely, still 1 minute until the bell would notify the students of their next session trapped in the hellish prison called a ‘classroom’. Sighing once again, Jacob started to sprint once more, passing a few other students that were late as well and a few teachers - some of which would yell at him for running in the hallway. Finally he recognized the door to his classroom, as he burst through it he almost tore it off its hinges, and before it had slammed against the wall Jacob had scanned the room. He was lucky, he had barely made it: no teacher inside to punish him with some soul-killing task. Standing in the doorway, breathing heavily with sweat pouring down - hoping he wouldn't stink too much, he once again let out a huge sigh, running his right hand through his short hair as he let the relief flow out of him in that single whiff of air, before he started walking towards his seat - not giving much thought to the other students; he really didn’t know that many of them, even after all these years. Luckily for him his seat was placed at one of the windows, and as he laid his head down on his right arm, staring at the scenery painted on the window, he prepared himself to survive the next few hours of school.