BEEP. BEEP. BEEP.
"Uuuugh," a voice groaned instantly.
The owner of the voice lied motionlessly under his blankets for a while, too exhausted to do anything about the freaking alarm, though it annoyed him to heck.
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The dressed and ready ten year old boy ran downstairs, swiftly combing the red part of his hair with his fingers. He picked up his backpack that was by the door when he was suddenly greeted.
"Andrew! Professor Maple wanted to see you! But you should wait for Alexis too," Crimson's mom said, standing up from the couch she was sitting on.
"Okay!" He exited the house.