Late
Oh, it's too late!
How could He oversleep, again!
No time for thoughts, focus Michael! He thought. As he was running down the stairs, he glanced at the clock, five minutes! He's going to be late, again!
His mom was already preparing the breakfast when he ran in through the kitchen door. You're late! Said his mom very coldly, he felt a sudden freezing in his back, he knew his mother was angry, luckily she wasn't shouting at last. You're late, again!
He filled his mouth full of cereals with milk, and as he was chewing he looked at the kitchen clock, he has only three minutes left! He is going to be late, again!
At the time he was finishing his cereals, he found out that his mother was still angry. Sorry mom, it won't happen again, I promise! With those words he dashed as fast as he could out of the main door. He could barely even catch his breath, but he had enough time for a quick stare at his watch, He had one last minute. He was too damn late; he is not going to make it, again!
His school was on the other side of the street from his house, as he was running through the main entrance he saw the school clock. He was late, again...