Hearing the noise was Anthony, Terry sat up in bed and fixed his glasses. In an attempt to remove the ink from his face, the boy rubbed his cheek while attempting to let his eyes adjust to the dim lights around him. He heard Michael speak up, as well and figured that he moth as well attempt to get his brain unscrambles so he could finish paper later. Maybe then he could finally get some sleep.
"Gee, thanks mum, can you tuck me in, too? Oh! And read me a bed time story," he asked in whiney, childish voice. He smiled at his friends and pulled himself to the edge of the bed. All three of them looked worn out. It seemed to be the mark of a seventh year student. The title came with age, assumed maturity and dark circles under your eyes. Not to mention a heavy weight of being tossed into the real world.