Finally Free/A dreamnotfound story

Chapter 7 "This should be a piece if cake"

George groggily fluttered his eyes open as a ray of sunlight hit him directly in the face, the light being so unbearably annoying and bright that it managed to drag him out of his deep slumber. With a low groan he lazily lifted his arm to rub away the sleep in his tightly shut eyes.

"Ugh, what an amazing thing to wake up to" he drawled out.

With a heavy sigh he pushed himself up right and tossed the blanket off of himself and shifted on his bed to have his legs dangle on the sides. He dragged a lazy hand down his tired face, yawned, then proceeded to grab his phone to check the time.

"6:57am?".

"Why the fuck did I wake up so early?" he drowsily said to himself.

He then tiredly looked around his room, his vision still blurry and unfocused. The looming shadows were fuzzy and the sunlight burned his eyes and after a few rough rubs his vision finally started to slowly clear.

Unfortunately, the first thing that his broken eyes landed on was the painful bright yellow hue of the very expensive hoodie that he just bought the other day. The horrid yellow colored fabric sticking out like a sore thumb and it's quickly becoming very irritating. A constant reminder to George's stupidity and yes George is taking this personally.

He sighed "Could this day not get any worse?" he groaned.

George then begrudgingly got up and started rummaging through his closet, picking out a hoodie that he's worn a thousand times over, his figure easily slipping through the fabrics. When he looked in his mirror, the reflective glass tall enough to reach his neck, he froze and stared wide eyed at the design on his hoodie.

"...You're joking" he muttered, still taking in the sight before him.

His hoodie has the same smiley face design as the one he had picked out for Dream. The two were practically identical, except his was blue and showed signs of over-wear and had near invisible cracks and peels. Oh God, he thought. Hopefully Nick won't get the wrong idea, otherwise he's sure that he will be lectured for even daring to try and match with Dream. Or it'll raise his suspicions of him, which he really doesn't want to happen.

Releasing a heavy sigh, he turned away and reached down beneath his bed for his shoes. Tying on his shoes, making sure that they were extra tight, he grabbed his phone and checked the time. "7:30" he read out loud to himself. Good, that gives him plenty of time to have some breakfast since school doesn't start until 8:10.

Walking into the kitchen he grabbed a bowl from the cabinet and placed it onto the table, the glass making a light clink. Opening the pantry he grabbed a box of Honey Nut Cheerios and lazily poured the contents into the bowl, filling it half way. Carefully pouring in the milk and placing it back in the fridge, George pulled out a chair and practically fell into his seat, his figure slumping onto the cushion with his back slumping against wood.

Grabbing onto his spoon he began to eat his morning breakfast, sitting alone at the family table, the silence being filled with the light clinks of metal against glass and droplets of cereal and milk. It was a very quiet, dull morning.

Eventually the bowl was empty of all its cereal and all that was left was the milk, which was dumped into the sink along with his bowl and spoon. Walking back to his room he grabbed his backpack and slung the heavy thing over his shoulders, then took out his phone and once again checked the time. His eyes widened in horror as he stared down at the numbers displayed.

"7:58!?" he whispered in a panic. "Oh shit!" he said as grabbed the yellow hoodie, stuffed the damn thing into the white shopping bag it came in then practically bolted out of his room, nearly tripping over himself as he snatched his keys off of the key rack and ran out the door. Making a personal note to quietly shut the door as he left to not wake up his family.