“It’s cruel summer”, a strange voice screams. “I’m drunk in the back of the car”, the mysterious voice continues. I wonder what comes next. First a cruel summer and then being drunk in a car. “But ooh, whoa-oh”, I hear next. “WAKE FINALLY UP, SMITHS!”, I hear my neighbour’s voice. “AND CHOSE ANOTHER SONG, I CANT HEAR THIS THING ANYMORE!”, my old Neighbour yells from his garden. Now, I am so confused that my eyes finally decide to open themselves and I realise I lie in my bed. It’s a Monday morning. School day. I turn of my alarm clock, a Tailor Swift song, that my mother recommended. _You’ll feel way better in the mornings when you hear such a amazing voice, _she always told me. What ever. It’s not even summer. I open my window to check wether Mr. Williams is still alive, cause I haven’t heard him anymore since he yelled about the song. Instead, my eyes turn towards a blue exercise book that says _Homework. _Shit. Maybe I can quickly write something, so that I can lie _I tried but I didn’t understood the task. “A group of teenager stumble across something they shouldn’t have…continue the story!”, _I read before lying down in my bed and sleep for the rest of the day.