“You don’t want to be late on your first day, do you?” Luciano’s mum asked. Luciano turned over.
“Just five more minutes, please…,” he mumbled. His mum shook him.
“Come on; you’ve had enough sleep already. Get up… now,” she demanded.
“Fine… I’m up,’’ he said, while pulling a green hooded jacket, jeans and red sneakers on. “What’s for breakfast then?’’ he yawned.
“Pancakes,’’ she answered.
“Good, because I’m hungry,” he replied, smiling. Luciano walked out of the room and down the steps, followed by his mum. He opened the fridge and took a carton out of the door. Luciano then grabbed a cup from the cupboard and poured himself some orange juice. “My favourite,” he said, smacking his lips. His mum flipped the pancakes in the frying pan a few times, then put them on a plate and gave it to Luciano. He walked into the lounge and sat himself on the sofa, turned the T.V. on and started eating his pancakes.
Luciano finished his pancakes, so he called his mum. Luciano started walking across the room, picked his bag up and aimed for the door. His mum came from the kitchen, opened the door and, followed by Luciano, entered the car. After about twenty minutes, they arrived at the boarding school.

