MARK'S POV

Bright rays of sunlight seeped into the room, tiny holes between the curtains a worthy accomplice.

I squinted, sitting upright as it shone right into my eyes.

I yawned, exhausted. My head still banged from last night.

How many bottles did I down? Five… six? I lost count.

“Mark!!” My door flung open. Father stood there, his eyes burning with anger.

“What do you think you're doing? Why are you still in bed by this time?”

I yawned. “Good morning Dad. What's wrong? Why are you so cranky?”

“Cranky? Do you realize what time it is? Shouldn't you be getting ready for your graduation ceremony?”

“Okayy?? But why...