Chapter one: it begins I hate school. I hate school projects. I hate chicken eggs. Those where the only thoughts I could convey in my head at 6:00 A.M. this morning from under my soft 500 count thread green comforter. Jess wake up! my mom called from down stairs in our black and white styled kitchen. Todays the big day! You have to check the temps in your incubator to make sure its ready for the egg! Yea got it I tried to say from under my comforter as I buried my head deeper into my pillow. I knew I was going to have to get up sooner and later, and the last thing I wanted was for my mom to come up and yell at me for all the cloths that were all over my floor that she kept telling me to put away. I stepped out of bed and walked over to my light brown dresser and began shuffling through to find jeans and a t-shirt, and then I walked to my nightstand to check the temps. 101 degrees and 54% humidity, all was in check. I grabbed my bag and headed down stairs So are you excited? my mom asked more enthusiastically than I could take at 6:30. I guess you could say that I answered groggily. Well you dont sound very happy. Mom, I got to go, Im Im going to be late. I said as I headed towards the door. But its only 6:45! she yelled out to me as I closed the door behind. I breathed a sigh of relief as I headed to school, it was still dark out, but I would rather walk in the dark then answer my moms pointless questions.