Damien woke up irritated. A loud, obnoxious sound came from his alarm. The teenager pulled his arm out from under the covers and blindly searched the desk adjacent to his bed. He knocked a few pencils and papers before finding the alarm clock; he pressed the off button in frustration. Sighing, he sat up on his bed and smacked his lips. The taste of morning breath left a sour taste. 

	He turned his head and picked up the alarm clock for a better view of the time. [color=cyan]"Oh, man."[/color] He muttered. Damien found himself late to school. No doubt, the noise that just played must have been his sixth alarm notice. The teenager grudgingly got out of bed and headed to the shower. 

	Damien rushed through most of his morning routine. He merely rinsed his body of water. The teen did apply a coat of body spray to tackle any odors. Brushing his teeth was needed given his morning breath. After everything, he did grab a granola bar and headed to school. The entire process was rushed, but every action did give him a slight hint of pain. Moving boxes for his part-time job stressed out his body in the morning. 

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	Damien held his head up in class with his arm. The subject of the course only bored him. Every day seemed like a regular routine. ALthough, something unexpected did happen to the teenager. Glancing at the note on the desk, he began to wonder the reasons for the sly invitation. Damien only guessed a few natural scenarios in his head. 

	Most likely, the note could be a chain letter of sorts, though that sort of game was restricted to emails. This could be a first in an actual tangible letter. Damien hoped the note did not come from a band of jealous high-schoolers. Some individuals at school were petty and might harm other students. Damien thought more about that and couldn't think of a reason why students would be jealous of him. His academic standing was not in the lead and neither was his athletic ability. 

	Damien did think of another scenario. The most probable reason could be a secret admirer. Girls cannot stop liking Damien, or so he thought. Drool climbed out from the corner of his mouth as his daydreamed.