Drake hated mornings. And Monday mornings were always the worst. He'd been woken by the new butler his father had hired; it took some time for him to calm down after be realized the stranger wasn't going to kill him. Despite the gourmet breakfast that had been prepared, Drake hit a convenience store and gotten a bag of donuts and some coffee.

It was one week into the semester. Every day had been boring, since he always got his work done and handed in early. Computer games and comics could only hold his interest for so long before he got bored. [I]Ah well[/i], thought Drake. [I]Boredom is the mark of genius. Who was the guy who said that again?[/i]

The young man's mind was snapped back to reality by an angry female voice. He leaned against the wall, took a swig of his coffee. He saw who it was and did a spit-take worthy of any film or cartoon in Hollywood.