You are a boy who has taken on a rather apathetic attitude, this world isn't made for geniuses like you. Written in second person limited.
You wake to your droning alarm, the same one that blares you out of your slumber day after day. You feel you have fallen into a rut lately. You are still a student at your local high school. You put on some random articles of clothing in the dark, assuming it completes a correct school uniform. You are running a bit early and really don't want it ruined by mundane morning activities.