My alarm blared, and I reached for the snooze button. "Get up Cal, you'll be late." My mother called from downstairs.
"Five more minutes" I mumbled, still half asleep.
"Don't you dare hit that snooze button." She yelled up. She knew me well. Sometimes that was good, and at times, like now, not so much.
As I dressed, I noticed it was raining, so I grabbed my sweatshirt, which I recieved for a birthday gift the previous month, and headed down to breakfast. My mom wasn't…Continue