The 8

Dustbow got up from the sea of drool on his table dazed

"Dusty get up honey your going to be late for school again" said the half asleep colts mother yelling from the other side of the door

"Ya ya"

responded dust trying to collect his mind

Dust then fell to the floor rubbing his head as he got up, this was dust morning routine: falling on the floor shoving  all of breakfast down his throat on the way to school then getting about five demerits for falling asleep drumming in class having no homework.