John Lawless, student

Another morning insistently drags you, John Lawless, up from bed. The alarm clock, placed with ill intent out of reach on the other side of the room, buzzes in your ears as you step over the cold floor to turn it off. "Fuck Mondays," you sigh to yourself as you shuffle onward to the bathroom.

Half an hour later you're in the bus on the way to school, surfing for entertaining news on your phone while listening to music on your earbuds. you glance up as the bus stops at school.