"Gah........ what is it, Dash?"
"Just wake up. God."
Nick slapped Dash across the face.
"Just leave me alone right now I'm trying to sleep."
"Sleep later. We need to go now."
"Ugh.... fine."
Nick got out of bed, wearing his regular school clothes. He didn't have enough money to buy any more.
"Wear something different."
"Dash, you know these the only clothes I have."
"So?"
"You know what, screw it. I don't care. Go to school without me."
"Get out of bed. We're going to be late."
"I DON'T CARE." Nick yelled as he gother his stuff and left for school. "I never did," He added, saying it to himself.
WRYYYYRT. WRYYYYRT. WRYYY- *Click*
Spike yawned as his alarm was shut off. He rubbed his hand through his green mohawk as he sat upward. He got out of bedd and put some clothes on before going into the living room. Philomena, his adopted sister, was, as usual, awake and drinking a cup of tea. "Good morning, Spike." She said quietly before she took another sip of tea.
That's strange, Spike thought. She's never been this quiet before.
"Morning, Philomena. Um.... is there something wrong?" Spike asked as he grabbed the milk from the fridge and ceirial from the cabinet. Philomena sighed. "Well.... I could say it's an upcoming problem that I saw in my dreams last night-" Spike accedently dropped the box of ceirial and milk on the floor.
"You mean..... you had the same dream as well?" He asked.
Philomena nodded.
"Welp."
