Projector Alarm Clock

“When life gives you lemons, tell life that it sucks…”

Great, the last day of the 9th grade and I can’t even find my socks. My mothers nagging me to get ready, sisters packing for college, and my dad is still asleep. If our home were a business, we’d all be fired. Well, actually we wouldn’t need a job. Mommy’s a doctor, and all Daddy does is sit around sucking in air. You can guess who wears the pants in this family, Though this is more like a zoo. But anyway, I’m Eric. The sexiest man in the 9th grade. Totally joking. I am 14 years old (you might have guessed) and in no way do I sleep with a teddy bear, no matter how many times my friends say. I have an older sister who is going to college (Hooray) and I will be the only child. I have made it my duty to never fall in love with another girl I would give anything to be sitting with her right now, but that’s not going to happen. I can only hope she will remember me.
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I swiftly gathered my backpack from the mess I call my closet. I was already 10 minutes late, thanks to my piece-of-crap alarm clock. I should have known it was junk when it read 6:67 a.m. My mother opened the door looking really uptight. She never likes to be late…ever. “Can you please hurry up, we are already 11 minutes late.” She asked quickly tapping her foot against the hardwood. She thinks I’m too senile to tell time. I leapt over my bed in a mad dash for my mother, grabbing my lunch out of her hands. “Let’s go, move it, move it,” my mother called as I flew down the stairs, skipping a few with each stride. As my feat hit the tile, I smiled to myself. There she was – my sister- hugging her dad like a little child. I really would miss her, though god forbid I tell anyone. My sister was always tall. I’m talking 6 feet tall. She played basketball in high school, and then sadly broke her leg.
She was out for around 4 months. She got a call saying that she had been kicked off the team and she was heart broken. I had never seen Mandy cry like that. I told her ‘It’s fine, now you can focus on school work’ and now I guess she listened to me. She’s leaving Oklahoma to go to college at Purdue. She walked pass me and flicked my head, knocking me out of my daze. That’s the Mandy I knew. “Bye Mandy,” I called after her. “Hey, dweeb,” She started, and then her face softened, “I’m gonna miss ya’.” I watched as she turned away, skipping down the stone path to her van. I would see her in a few months…But I couldn’t wait…

It’s going to be a funny story, and i wanted to know if this was a good Prologue for it…please reply

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