Miguel awoke slowly in a deep sleep endused fog. The cold was coming from the window. Hadn't he closed it? "Oh my God!!" he yelled. "It's already 7:30?! I am so late!"
He was supposed to have woken up at 5:30. His aunt, Mrs. Bangenlle, as she made him call her, had a specific time to wake up or you where not fed. Though he was usually good at waking up on time, today he felt he could sleep forever..
He rushed over to his dresser to get dressed, pulling out a plade madras shirt and dark sagging jeans witch had been his mother's brother'a when he was young and his mother, alive. Mrs. Bangelle promised once he passed all his classes and her etiquette class he could get new clothes, but that day would never come.
School was easy enough, but her etiquette class was impossible to pass because of his clothes. She had a dress code for it and her just couldn't fit it because she wouldn't buy him new ones til he could pass. It was a paradox.