HOOOOOOOOOONK! “Get up, get up! We’re on a tight schedule!” Dad called into my room before sprinting down the hall. HOOOOOOOOONK! I opened my eyes and saw nothing but white. “Wha—?” I gasped in confusion and almost sucked a sheet of paper into my throat. Dad had taped a note to my forehead. I ripped it off and flipped it over, squinting blearily at what was written on the other side. 7:00 Get up! 7:02 Evacuate. 7:05 Shower. I groaned when I realized this was the exact schedule laid out in Ms. Success’s book. Dad had picked Tuesday morning to practice the time management exercise. “Alex!” Dad popped his head into my doorway again. “Get up! You’re already behind!” Nick appeared beside him, looking as irritated as I felt. “Why do we have to evacuate?” he asked. “Did Alex set our house on fire this time?” I chucked my pillow at him, then got up to retrieve it when I realized I’d need it for sleep. Dad saw me making the crawl back to the covers and grabbed my arm.
