"Erika-ssi, wake up. It's time for school," the still ringing of the alarm clock harmonized an annoying melody with my mother's voice. I don't want to get up. My bed needs me so bad. So then, my hand found its way to the alarm clock and pressed it off while my mother's brooming my room. "Ah- better," I mumbled sleepily and I pulled the blanket up to my weak body, covering myself. Dark, I love it. There was an abrupt change, I can't hear the rustle of mom's broom anymore. Did she go out already? "PAK-" the broom stick eventually found its way to my buttocks and I flinched to the stinging pain, "Eomma!" I pronounced, exclaiming. I bet my face looked like I've been into mental for 20 years. "Do you want me to hit you again or you take a bath already?" she nagged and I scratched my head, feeling bothered. My feet hit the floor and I stood up, finding my way to the bathroom. "First day of school..," I sighed to the thought that I'll be spending another day with them, them, my friends, annoying ones. I hope for a miracle to happen.