I woke up to the sound of an enormous volcanic eruption. Wait, false alarm, it was just my phone. I rubbed my half-lidded eyes and sat up groggily. "Hello?" I mumbled, putting on my glasses. "Good morning Alistair!" My mother's stupidly chipper voice made me sigh and pinch the bridge of my nose. "Good morning, mother. Just a little bit early, isn't it?" I replied in the fakest, sweetest voice I could force out of my hoarse throat at four in the morning. I really didn't want to deal with my overbearing mother at this ungodly hour. "Well, it's your first day of school and what kind of mother would I be if I didn't wish my dear son good luck?" She replied, in the exact same sickeningly sweet tone I used. 

Touché, mother. 

"Well, mother, I don't have to be at that stupid college until nine-thirty," I was seething. "Well, dearest, the early bird catches the worm! So, if you want to be allowed entry back here any time before the next century, you should really work on catching that worm," I could almost hear her smiling creepily like she always does when threatening me. "Yes, mother," She hung up immediately. 

Since there was no point in trying to sleep after a wake-up call like that, I decided to just get dressed. I took a quick shower and changed into a white sweater and jeans. I knew that attempting to cook actual breakfast would just be asking for trouble, so I made some cup noodles I had got at the airport instead. (That's some psychic-level planning right there) I decided to leave the house at about seven. The trip would be an hour long, according to Joogle Maps, so I would reach that stupid college a billion years too early. It's fine, I'll just check out the library. I don't think it'll be very impressive, but it's the best I've got. I thought as I laced up my navy blue boots. I ran a hand through my hair, adjusted my glasses and hoped I would survive my first day in hell.