[h3]5:45 AM
Rob[/h3]

With a yawn, Rob slapped his alarm clock to stop it from screaming at him. Yesterday night had been rough. Nothing to do in the Secret Hour, but even before that he'd had been rushing another late assignment on his laptop.

Stupid physics. Why did it have to involve so many numbers?!

He threw the covers off of himself and rose, shuffling to the kitchen to make himself a drink. A few minutes later, a mug of coffee in his hands, he dressed in shorts and a plain shirt, pulling on his running shoes as he gazed out of his room window. The sun wasn't even up, but it was getting there. Twilight lit the streets even as the lamps tore through the dark with their bright, orange glow.

This was his secret hour. No Blue Time, nothing else stupid and fantastical. Just him, his music, and the road.

He finished his coffee and strapped his iPod to his arm, plugging himself in as he got out of the door for his morning run, a routine he'd gotten himself into for two years and counting. The exercise had kept his legs toned and his body lean, a good counter against the absolutely horrid school lunches that he had to eat every day. With a few stretches, he left the house and began his run.
[hr][h3]6:40 AM[/h3]

Rob toweled the water from his hair as he sat on his bed. Fresh from the shower, he had fifteen minutes to get to school before the morning bell rang. Fifteen friggin' minutes and he had to change and pack and rush and oh god why was he still sitting around.

A weary sigh escaped his lips as he scrambled around the room, grabbing his laptop, lecture pad, pencil case, stuff and more school stuff and shoved them haphazardly into his messenger bag. He dressed in his jeans, the knees tattered but intact, a black shirt and sneakers, and left the house at a brisk walk.

His pace got him to school just before the bell rang. A smile grew on his face as he jogged up the steps and moved to his first class, a smile that stayed until he remembered what that class was.

Physics.

Ah crap.