Jamie rolled over and buried his head under his pillow when his mother called. It couldn’t be time for school. She called his name again, much angrier now. Jamie rolled out of bed, threw on his clothes, and went into the kitchen, where he promptly spilled orange juice down his shirt. After a quick change, Jamie ran to catch the bus, grabbing a couple of bacon slices when he passed through the kitchen. After sleeping in, Jamie didn’t have time for the full breakfast Mom had cooked, but it sure did smell good.
At school, Jamie realized his English homework was still on his desk at home. Mr. Bellows didn’t believe him and handed Jamie a detention slip. At lunch, during a food fight he wasn’t involved in, Jamie’s shirt was covered in spaghetti, and he had to wear the stain for the rest of the day. Everyone thought he had been part of the fight and he got another detention.
Coming out of class and into the open sitting area where the nuns meditated back when the building was part of the nunnery, Jamie tripped, taking Allen down with him, resulting in a broken wrist for the starting quarterback. Allen would be benched for the rest of the season and the first playoff game was in two days. The whole school heard the news and knew Jamie was to blame. He would be lucky to get off the bus in one piece today. The only good news was Jamie would be on the late bus, thanks to detention.
Once home, Jamie breathed a sigh of relief. At least the day was over… except for that annoying buzz. He swatted at the buzz, and the alarm turned off. Jamie sighed in relief. The entire day had been a dream.
“Jamie,” his mother called.
Jamie rolled over and buried his head under his pillow. It couldn’t be time for school. She called his name again, much angrier now. He sat straight up when he realized the day was starting all over again.