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Morning, it was always a drag. Just when one was starting to enjoy their sleep, they'd peek at their phone only to find that the night was already gone and that was time to get out of bad. Yancy dragged himself to his feet with a groggy mumble. Moments like this made him almost regret having a summer job. How many others were still in bed, probably not intending to get up for another two or three hours at least? Meanwhile Yancy was up at the crack of dawn, staring at his tired face in the mirror while he brushed his teeth and ran his comb back through his hair. Sure, the feeling sleepiness and dread would be gone in an hour or two, but that didn't make the early morning feel like any less of slog.

After getting dressed, Yancy found himself in the kitchen, waiting for his bread to pop out of the toaster. Yancy was on his own in terms of figuring out breakfast. Dad was already gone, big surprise. Surely some toast and maybe a quick coffee on the way to the Shack would be enough, right? When the toast was finally done he yanked it out of the toaster and held it in his hand. With that he was out the door, toast still in hand and he munched on it as he went along. And it was about this time that Yancy started realizing the drawback of working at the Shack. He'd have to walk there, and the Shack was nestled besides the woods and just outside town. Bit of a distance to walk, but Yancy had made this bed and he was determined to lie in it no matter what.

[color=yellow]"Hmm, is the Diner even open this early in the morning? If I swing by there only for it to still be closed then this going end up being an annoying morning..."[/color] he mumbled this to himself as he walked. He made his way in the direction of the diner, hoping to God he wasn't wasting his time. Between the actual trek to the Mystery Shack and whatever work he'd get saddled with once he was there, this cup of coffee was downright vital if Yancy didn't want the rest of day to end up being miserable. Well, it wouldn't be completely bad, since the girl running the register was probably going to be around for a lot of it. If Yancy was honest with himself, she may have been part of the reason he was willing to walk this distance to work every morning.

[color=yellow]"Alright Yogel, head out of the clouds."[/color] he told himself as he slapped his cheeks with his hands in an attempt to get rid of some more of the grogginess. He'd long since finished off the toast, and he could see Diner slowly approaching in the distance. He had to remember his real motivation for this. If he wanted to eventually move out of here, then he'd need some money saved up. He landed this job, and now it was time to actually hold onto it.