Chapter 1 Four Minutes

My alarm turns on.
I wake up to the sound of Madonna featuring Justin Timberlake's 4 Minutes.
Ugh. I stretch. I yawn. I'm bloody tired. I feel nauseous. I have a splitting headache. I lay back in bed. I go back to sleep.

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I wake up again. I check the clock. I curse. I have four minutes to get ready. I amble out of bed. No time for a shower. I waddle over to my wardrobe and grab out my school uniform. Black long sleeved button up shirt. Black Tie. Black Trousers. Black Blazer. Not a very chipper uniform is it? I hobble to my school bag. Black, of course. I feel as if I am about to throw up but I quickly grab a banana from the fruit basket in case I regain my appetite. I like Bananas, my favourite tropical fruit, they have a high potassium level and are excellent brain food. I wonder where my parents are? Why didn't they wake me up? I then realised they probably though it would be nice to let me sleep in. They can be very airheaded at times. I burst out the front door, the soft gravel crunching against my feet. I speed along the pathway and get to the bus stop. Too late. About four minutes too late. Why is everything four minutes today? I sit at the bus stop and wait. And wait. And wait. The bus takes its own sweet time getting here. When it finally arrives I'm slamming my foot into the pathway in impatience. I sit on the bus in silence. All of the light around me feels like it has been turned up past maximum brightness, so I close my eyes.

The bus finally pulls up alongside the familar gates of the forboding fortress of Serenity Valley High. You know for a place called Serenity Valley High it is incredibly frightening. I walk to the classroom. Four Minutes after the bell. I knock. Clang. Clang. Clang. The loud sound of ringing metal fills my ears and makes me want to throw up. The doors are made of steel. Don't ask me why. I don't know. You'd think they were trying to keep an army out of this place. The door cracks open. "Adrian Black," Mr Canderson said, his Irish Accent thick in his voice, "You are four minutes late."