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Your dreams are interrupted by a sharp alarm clock noise. Turning over, you start tapping your hands on the nightstand beside you. As the noise continues, the more you feel yourself waking up from your slumber. The more you feel yourself being taken away from the nice dream you were having. A cute girl was just about to confess her love to you. Finally, you feel it. "There it is..." A whisper escapes your lips as you finally feel your phone. Grabbing it, you press on the side button. Finally, the peace and quiet was back.

You try your hardest to go back to your dream, but this time you get another alarm clock. "Sousuke!" Your mother's familiar voice substitutes the chime of your alarm. "Sousuke wake up!" Opening your eyes, you look towards your window to see it was still dark inside. "You're going to be late again if you don't wake up soon!"

Taking a deep breath, you let out a sigh as you jump out of bed. As you get out of bed, you stretch and wipes your eyes. As you approach the bathroom to wash your face you start yawning. You wash your face the freshen up. You gargle a bit of water and after wards you do your usual routine of practicing your smile for a couple minutes in front of the mirror.

Your dyed hair, your ear piercings, and look in your eyes that makes you look permanently angry. "Just like that..." Those were the things you were hoping to counteract by practicing the perfect friendly smile.

Getting out of the bathroom, you go downstairs. "Good mornin' sunshine." Your mother greets you with a smile. You didn't really know how your mom could be so energetic so early in the morning.

Looking over at the clock you see it read 5:00 AM. You still had a couple of hours before you had to leave for school. "So, how many are we doing today?" Rolling up your sleeve, you join your mom in the kitchen.

"The usual" She smiles at you as you stand in front of the kitchen counter. On one side of the kitchen counter was a bunch of chocolate pieces. On the other was a bunch of boxes. You start packing up the differently shaped chocolate into boxes. "Hey, what are you doing after school today?" Even as you look up to your mother, you don't lose a beat boxing up the chocolates. After all you've done this for years now. "Do you think you can help out with the shop later today?"

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