Chain Writing Project-"Time is Running Out"

     'Time is running out.' That was all I had in my head right now. I had just waken up from bed. It was seven o'clock and everything was normal. Well, everything other than myself. Actually I'm not even sure what the problem is because I just can't remember anything. Who am I? Where am I? And...what in the world happened?
     "Man! What are you doing? You are going to be late for morning exercise if you don't move it this instant!" A voice shouts.
     Uncertain, I laid still in my bed. Well, since I can't really say this is 'my' bed, so technically, I laid still in 'a' bed.
     "Woochan? Are you nuts? The coach will tear you apart!"
     Still uncertain, after all, that boy could be, for all I know, talking to someone else. Anyways, I didn't want to wake up. I felt like being lazy--it brought me ultimate coziness.
     "Ha...... you really force me to be evil, don't you?" the voice again.
     And then, suddenly there was a pull on my leg.
     "Woochan, how could you not wake up after such a blasting wake up music? Today the song was 'Tme is running out' by the Muse!" He pulled me to the ground.
     I, for the first time opened my eyes and looked around. It was a mess. Who ever lives in this room seriously needs to do some cleaning.
     "You really need to clean your room Woochan."
     "Man, it does not really matter for now, anyways. Why are you screaming like an idiot and breaking my sweet dreams anyway?" I said.
     "Believe it or not, we have to go to this so called morning exercise, duh. Now, quit whining and get moving."
     What in the world are they talking about, and before that do I even know that person? With dizziness consuming my mind, I threw my body back to the comfy bed. I want to end this nightmare. I want to wake up.
     "Fine, then have it your way. I don't care if you get penalty points for not attending morning exercise." THe voice grew farther away, then a door slammed. Silence.
     PENALTY POINTS? What is this, a Mario game? I opened my eyes slowly, after making sure there was no one else with me. I was lying on a bunk bed, on the second story. Well, technically it wasn't a bunk bed, because instead of a bed under me, there was a filthy desk. The pile of garbage on it almost reached the bed. Not that the bed itself was any better. It was covered in smelly socks, unwashed sheets, a sweaty shirt and a few food wrappers. Ugh!