This morning, I take my time to get myself prepared. I mope out of bed, and munch on some fish, that were set on the table. The sun hasn't even risen yet. "It couldn't hurt to get a little mais sleep." I think.
As soon as I cover myself up with the sheets. My mother notices and folds her flippers across her chest in disappointment.
"Skipper, I know, you're not used to getting up this early and we were both up late, but please, just do this for me."
"I don't wanna go to school! Can't you tell them, I don't feel well?"
"Come on, Skipper, you can't be late on your first day. You're going to make...
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