Billy's pov**
"ughh!" I groan as my alarm clock rings. I turn on my side and reach my hand out to turn it off. bang! my dad slammed my door open. "get your lazy butt up!" before I could say anything he yells "NOW!" I quickly scrambled out of bed and turn off the devilsh evil alarm clock.
my dad leaves and I quickly start getting ready for school. he is so impatient he is a successful business man so we have more money than others but not by alot. sure we get stake often but it never really mattered to me. money was never something I wanted we used to poor but with luck we became richer. dad has become quite greedy.
he always insists that I wear fancy clothes. I hate fancy clothes I'll just stick to my beautiful jeans they are a man's best friend, no dog could ever come between us.
once I was dressed I head down stares. my dad stares at me with disappointment here we go again.
"now son what have I told you about your clothes, you have to dress properly" he says with a stern expression. "dad I like these clothes there comfy you told me that I could wear whatever I want remember or did your oldness get to you again" I say back with a slight grin.
dad sighs"c'mon you can't be late for your first day." with that after an awkward breakfast we head out the door.