Ring!
A loud alarm rang through the quiet room.
Kyle groaned and slapped his hand on the alarm clock, silencing it.
"Shut up…" he muttered, his voice hoarse from sleep.
He rubbed his eyes and let out a long yawn, stretching his arms over his head. His muscles ached slightly, probably from yesterday's exam.
He sat on the edge of his bed for a few seconds, letting his body fully wake up. Then stood up and walked slowly toward the bathroom.
When he looked in the mirror, he let out a sigh.
His bluish-black hair was messy and clinging to his forehead. Some strands were sticking out in odd directions. He ran a hand through it and clicked his tongue.
"It's getting too long again. Should I cut it?" he thought.
"But I do have to say. I look good with long hair. I'll think about it later."
As he began brushing his teeth. His mind wandered back to the detailed report he had read last night.
