The sun was just starting to break through the clouds, shinning its golden glowing rays through RyanÃÂs window. Ryan was in a deep sleep, dreaming of all the parties he was going to go to during spring break. His nose twitched at the smell of home made blueberry pancakes and was woken up from his slumber by his motherÃÂs voice. ÃÂRyan your pancakes are waiting for you!ÃÂ Ryan smiled, every Saturday morning he was woken up by this simple sentence. The silence in the air was soon shattered by the crashing and thumping of RyanÃÂs daily routine of finding clean clothes and putting them on, followed by the dramatic entrance of trying to see how many steps on the stairs he could jump at once.
ÃÂRyan Lee Hill! What did I tell you about that?!ÃÂÃÂSorry mom, but if it makes a difference I broke my old record!ÃÂRyanÃÂs mom sighed. ÃÂWell no, that just makes me worry, but I guess some things never change, now come and eat your pancakes, theyÃÂre getting cold!ÃÂRyan sat down and was so eager to taste the chunks of blueberries that he missed his mouth the first time.
Ryan slowly brought the blueberry-filled pancake to his mouth. SlowlyÃÂ SlowlyÃÂ Almost thereÃÂ ÃÂRyan get up, NOW!ÃÂHis dream world crashed down as the womenÃÂs voice echoed in his head.
The women stood there. ÃÂCome on! Everyone has already finished their breakfast and you havenÃÂt even gotten out of bed yet! Honestly if you want to get out of this placethen youÃÂre going to have to start showing some effort!ÃÂ Ryan was filled with anger. His only means of escaping the hell he was in consisted of sleeping and daydreaming. Despite knowing he was going to have yet another horrible day, he managed to get up and grab a tray which was...