“Tommy’s frustrating because he always yells at me to get up. He is very loud and mean and it puts me in a bad mood for the whole day,” says Billy.

“We’re gonna be late,” I explain, but still he lies there, motionless.

“I know I make Tommy late, but when he yells at me I go back to bed to make him mad,” Billy states.

Patience gone, I stomp my way in to rip the cover off his head as he attempts to wrestle them back over his light-sensitive eyes. He seldom wins this battle. That’s my last call; after that I head to the shower and if he doesn’t get up, then he doesn’t get up.

“I don’t get up for another twenty minutes, until my mom and dad yell at me telling me that Tommy will leave without me. And one day, he actually did. I was pretty mad,” Billy explains. Billy constantly makes leaving the house a hassle. We are always in a rush because he thinks five more minutes of rest is really going to make up for staying up until midnight.

“I know it’s not responsible to sleep in, but I think it’s worth it in the end because I’m really tired and I get a few extra minutes,” says Billy.

Well, us responsible siblings don’t wait until morning to get something signed and we pack up our things before bed. Yet we are left waiting for the family members we are forced to drive to school, as the clock slowly inches closer to 7:20.