Max stopped caring. It was the worst mistake of his life.
Beep! Beep! Beep! Beep!
Max groaned. "Go'way," he mumbled sleepily.
Bipbeep! Bipbeep! Bipbeep! Bipbeep!
The alarm grew more insistant, as if it knew it was on the receiving end of a rude comment and took great joy in antagonizing its victim further.
Bipbibeep! Bipbibeep! Bipbibeep! Bipbibeep!
"Fine! Alright, I'm getting up, I'm getting up." Max nearly rolled right out of bed onto the floor in his attempt to stop the incessant beeping of the clock without leaving the warmth of the covers. Max decided to give up and actually get out of bed - all the way out - as he would have to if he didn't want to be late to school. And Max was too good a kid to even consider being late. Or he was simply too scared of the impact on his future the consequences would have. He was at the top of his class and he wasn't about to shame himself by losing that distinction.
He stumbled out of his room, saying a bleary good morning to his parents and grabbing the first box of cereal he saw for his breakfast. He stared at the tv, watching the early morning news flash bad story after bad story across the screen. A big storm was set to hit tomorrow. Max worried about the safety of the house with several tall trees around it. He worried about walking to the bus stop in the pouring rain. But he dismissed his worries. There would be plenty of time to worry about those things tomorrow. For now, he only had to worry about catching the bus...oh, and that math homework due today...