6 a.m.

Mary Anderson groaned loudly as she heard her alarm blasting early that morning. She rolled over and sleepily felt around on the clock until she found the snooze button. She pressed it, then closed her eyes again. Another few minutes of sleep was just what she needed.

"Dammit, Mary! You better be up. You're not about to be late again!"

Sighing, Mary slowly sat up when she heard the voice of her angry father.

"I'm up, Dad!" she yelled back. She listened as the footsteps outside her door went away. She then got out of bed, turning her alarm off for good.

That morning, Mary had to be at school on time. She knew if she wasn't, her dad wasn't going to let her go with her boyfriend to his house in the Hamptons that weekend. So that morning, the ritual of her going to Starbucks and then arriving twenty minutes late to school would have to wait until next week.

When Mary opened up the curtains to her bedroom window, she scrunched up her nose in disgust at what she saw. Gray skies with snow lightly falling. As she made her way to the closet to look at her collection of winter clothes, she thought about how much she wished it were summer. Then she could be sitting on a beach in Mexico, wearing a skimpy bikini, sipping on a frozen drink. Instead, she was stuck wearing skinny jeans, sweaters, and Uggs, while sipping on coffee as she made her way to school.

At least it's my last year of high school, she thought as she finally made her choice of what to wear.

She quickly got dressed, sent her boyfriend a good morning text, then headed out the door to go to get her coffee. The people who served her every day would be shocked to see her before 7:30. Mary shuddered at the thought of her actually being on time. She hadn't been on time to school since probably sixth grade.

Well I guess there's a first time for everything.


6:30 a.m.

Every morning since his freshman year, Liam Nelson had gotten up early and went for a jog. That morning, even with the chilling temperatures and snow, was no different. How else was he supposed to stay captain of the lacrosse team?

He had been jogging through Central Park for about ten minutes when he felt his phone start to vibrate. Slowing down, he pulled his phone out from his pocket and grinned when he saw it was a text from Mary.

So many things had gone wrong for Liam in his life. Even now, things weren't perfect with his home life, but having Mary as his girlfriend seemed to make those things disappear. With Mary, life was great.


6:35 a.m.

Elizabeth Tanner felt herself being gently shaken awake.

"Lizzie, sweetheart, it's time to wake up."

Slowly opening her eyes, it took Lizzie a second to realize that instead of being in her bed, her head was laying on top of her open physics book on her desk. Realizing it was morning, her head shot up.

"Mom, what time is it?" she asked.

"It's 6:45. Did you stay up all night studying again?" her mom asked.

Lizzie nodded.

"I have a huge test fourth period. I really don't want to fail."

Her mother nodded, then placed a hand on her daughter's shoulder.

"Honey, I know you'll do great. You always do," she said in a calming voice.

Lizzie smiled.

"Thanks, Mom."

"You're welcome. Now hurry and get dressed. You've got to walk your brother to his school."

Lizzie only nodded in response as she gathered up her things from the desk. All she wanted to do right now as go to her class and get the dreaded test over with. She sighed when she realized that class wasn't for another few hours.

It was going to be a long day.


6:45 a.m.

It was a great morning for Patrick Moore. It was one of those mornings that he felt as if nothing could go wrong. Even sitting at the kitchen table eating his breakfast while his parents gushed over how much they adored his older brother's girlfriend wouldn't bring him down. He didn't care if his family ignored the fact that he was even there. After today, it wouldn't matter. After today, he'd have a girl more perfect than his brother and his girlfriend combined.

A smile formed on his face when the image of her popped into his mind. With her curly light brown hair, her beautiful blue eyes, and her adorably goofy smile, she was everything he had ever wanted.

And today, he would prove to her, and to everyone else, that he wasn't who they thought he was. He was a man. A man who wasn't going to let people fuck with him, or with her anymore.

Then after today, she'd come crawling to him, and they could live happily ever after.


7:00 a.m.

Lucy Messer had just finished putting her books in her backpack when there was a knock on her bedroom door.

"Come in!" she called out, zipping up her backpack. She then looked up and grinned when she saw her dad walk in, carrying a paper bag.

"Is that what I think it is?" she asked.

"One of them huge cinnamon rolls from that bakery you like so much," he said, confirming what she had thought.

Lucy took the bag from him, then gave him a kiss on the cheek.

"Thanks Daddy. You're amazing," she said. She then opened the bag and frowned. "Someone took a bite from this."

"Well I wonder who would do a thing like that," Danny said, smirking at his daughter's half pissed off, half amused expression.

Lucy just shook her head at his response.

"I should get going," she said as she zipped up her coat and walked past him to get to the front door.

"Okay. You have a good day. And say hi to Emily for me, and tell her to get ungrounded soon. This place is just too quiet without her around."

Lucy laughed as she opened the front door.

"I'll be sure to do that. Love you, Dad!" Lucy said over her shoulder as she left the apartment.

"Love you, too," Danny said, closing the door after her.

He then went to wake his wife up before he headed out for just another day at work.

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