Projector Alarm Clock

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This is the second chapter. Comments/critique/suggestions appreciated!

II

Seven thirty in the morning. I woke up to the sound of my annoying alarm clock. Today was going to be the worst of my life, I thought, angrily throwing the stupid alarm clock across the room. With a loud clatter it fell to the ground. It was probably broken, but I didn’t care. I hated that alarm clock anyway. Dragging my feet in to the bathroom, I dropped down on to the floor and started crying. I didn’t want to start over; I didn’t want anything to do with strangers. After a few minutes of sobbing, I stared at myself in the mirror. I was a complete mess, my eyes were red and puffy, my hair was tangled, and it looked like I was about to puke. Which was true, I felt like spilling my guts down the drain. I heard a loud bang on the door, distracting my terrible thoughts.

“Hurry up Emma, I don’t have all day!” Kyle said, annoyed.

“Go away! Use the bathroom that’s downstairs.” I replied, tears rolling down my cheeks.

“I need to use the shower, you have three minutes.”

“Ugh!! You’re so annoying.” I shouted angrily.

After spraying some cool water on my face, and brushing my teeth, I stepped out of the bathroom.

“Finally” Kyle said rolling his eyes.

I didn’t bother arguing, so I went back to my room. I took a brush and tried to untangle my hair. It seemed that the harder I tried, the more tangled it became. This really wasn’t my day. Instead of spending an hour brushing my hair, I picked up an elastic and tied it in to a ponytail. Nothing fancy – as usual. I put on my jeans, high-heeled boots, and a black tank. It was simple wear, no leggings for me. They were too constricting. Normally, I would have worn shorts, the shorter the better, but I didn’t know the dress code for school. Shorts were simply easier to move in. I preferred them to jeans, but I’d never be caught dead in sweats; not even in gym class.

By the time I got downstairs I could smell the sweet scent of freshly made cinnamon buns. I sat at the table and got a glass of water. Unlike most people I didn’t drink orange juice, even in the morning. I grabbed a sandwich that my mom packed for me, and a bottle of water for later and made my way to my Aunt’s old Buick. Terrible car by the way. If I had money, I would burn it and buy a new one, but it was all that I could afford. Kyle, on the other hand, owned a Mitsubishi Lancer Evolution.Yeah, I know. I hated him for it. It was completely black, which would be perfect for me. My Buick was parked on the side of the street, whereas his was nicely parked in the driveway. I started pulling forward when Kyle backed out right in front of me. I glared at him and he smiled at me before driving off, his music pounding my ears. I glared at the fading taillights. Jerk.

After sitting motionlessly in my car, I started heading to the torture chamber. Breathing heavily, I tried to distract myself from all thoughts of the new school.

After about ten minutes of driving, I arrived at an overly large building. It looked more like an office than a high school. The only thing that made me realize that I was in the right location was that teens stood around listening to iPods, talking to friends, and mocking teachers. Silently, I sat in my car, praying for a tornado to hit the ground and take me away with it. But it never came. I frantically looked around at the crowd of people. Well, they seemed to be having fun. At the sight of this overly happy place, I wanted to cry again. I parked as far away from the school as I could manage. Closing my eyes, I tried to concentrate. I tried to think of my happy place, where my friends and I were the ones mocking teachers, not strangers. Lost in my thoughts, a loud noise made my eyes fly open, startled. After looking around for a moment, and returning to reality, I noticed a huge flock of people entering the school. The bell made an abrupt booming sound. It made my ears pound, giving me a terrible headache.

“Man, they really gotta fix that thing.” I heard a tall guy say to another, while clamping his hands over his ears.

After the sound had died out, I blinked the tears back that made my eyes blurry, and stepped out of my truck. Only a few people were still standing outside. I quickly ran up to the front door and leapt past thousands of people. Once I reached the office, I breathed a sigh of relief. A short, blonde haired lady was sitting behind a desk.

“May I help you?” she asked, glaring at me curiously, pushing her glasses down to her nose.
I’m 13….
In the last paragraph, I meant to say… I blinked back the tears that had blurred my eyes.

This is the second chapter. Comments/critique/suggestions appreciated!

II

Seven thirty in the morning. I woke up to the sound of my annoying alarm clock. Today was going to be the worst of my life, I thought, angrily throwing the stupid alarm clock across the room. With a loud clatter it fell to the ground. It was probably broken, but I didn’t care. I hated that alarm clock anyway. Dragging my feet in to the bathroom, I dropped down on to the floor and started crying. I didn’t want to start over; I didn’t want anything to do with strangers. After a few minutes of sobbing, I stared at myself in the mirror. I was a complete mess, my eyes were red and puffy, my hair was tangled, and it looked like I was about to puke. Which was true, I felt like spilling my guts down the drain. I heard a loud bang on the door, distracting my terrible thoughts.

“Hurry up Emma, I don’t have all day!” Kyle said, annoyed.

“Go away! Use the bathroom that’s downstairs.” I replied, tears rolling down my cheeks.

“I need to use the shower, you have three minutes.”

“Ugh!! You’re so annoying.” I shouted angrily.

After spraying some cool water on my face, and brushing my teeth, I stepped out of the bathroom.

“Finally” Kyle said rolling his eyes.

I didn’t bother arguing, so I went back to my room. I took a brush and tried to untangle my hair. It seemed that the harder I tried, the more tangled it became. This really wasn’t my day. Instead of spending an hour brushing my hair, I picked up an elastic and tied it in to a ponytail. Nothing fancy – as usual. I put on my jeans, high-heeled boots, and a black tank. It was simple wear, no leggings for me. They were too constricting. Normally, I would have worn shorts, the shorter the better, but I didn’t know the dress code for school. Shorts were simply easier to move in. I preferred them to jeans, but I’d never be caught dead in sweats; not even in gym class.

By the time I got downstairs I could smell the sweet scent of freshly made cinnamon buns. I sat at the table and got a glass of water. Unlike most people I didn’t drink orange juice, even in the morning. I grabbed a sandwich that my mom packed for me, and a bottle of water for later and made my way to my Aunt’s old Buick. Terrible car by the way. If I had money, I would burn it and buy a new one, but it was all that I could afford. Kyle, on the other hand, owned a Mitsubishi Lancer Evolution.Yeah, I know. I hated him for it. It was completely black, which would be perfect for me. My Buick was parked on the side of the street, whereas his was nicely parked in the driveway. I started pulling forward when Kyle backed out right in front of me. I glared at him and he smiled at me before driving off, his music pounding my ears. I glared at the fading taillights. Jerk.

After sitting motionlessly in my car, I started heading to the torture chamber. Breathing heavily, I tried to distract myself from all thoughts of the new school.

After about ten minutes of driving, I arrived at an overly large building. It looked more like an office than a high school. The only thing that made me realize that I was in the right location was that teens stood around listening to iPods, talking to friends, and mocking teachers. Silently, I sat in my car, praying for a tornado to hit the ground and take me away with it. But it never came. I frantically looked around at the crowd of people. Well, they seemed to be having fun. At the sight of this overly happy place, I wanted to cry again. I parked as far away from the school as I could manage. Closing my eyes, I tried to concentrate. I tried to think of my happy place, where my friends and I were the ones mocking teachers, not strangers. Lost in my thoughts, a loud noise made my eyes fly open, startled. After looking around for a moment, and returning to reality, I noticed a huge flock of people entering the school. The bell made an abrupt booming sound. It made my ears pound, giving me a terrible headache.

“Man, they really gotta fix that thing.” I heard a tall guy say to another, while clamping his hands over his ears.

After the sound had died out, I blinked the tears back that made my eyes blurry, and stepped out of my truck. Only a few people were still standing outside. I quickly ran up to the front door and leapt past thousands of people. Once I reached the office, I breathed a sigh of relief. A short, blonde haired lady was sitting behind a desk.

“May I help you?” she asked, glaring at me curiously, pushing her glasses down to her nose.

This is the second chapter. Comments/critique/suggestions appreciated!

II

Seven thirty in the morning. I woke up to the sound of my annoying alarm clock. Today was going to be the worst of my life, I thought, angrily throwing the stupid alarm clock across the room. With a loud clatter it fell to the ground. It was probably broken, but I didn’t care. I hated that alarm clock anyway. Dragging my feet in to the bathroom, I dropped down on to the cold tiled floor and started crying. I didn’t want to start over; I didn’t want anything to do with strangers. After a few minutes of sobbing, I stared at myself in the mirror. I was a complete mess, my eyes were red and puffy, my hair was tangled, and it looked like I was about to puke. Which was true, I felt like spilling my guts down the drain. I heard a loud bang on the door, distracting my terrible thoughts.

“Hurry up Emma, I don’t have all day!” Kyle said, annoyed.

“Go away! Use the bathroom that’s downstairs.” I replied, tears rolling down my cheeks.

“I need to use the shower, you have three minutes.”

“Ugh!! You’re so annoying.” I shouted angrily.

After spraying some cool water on my face, and brushing my teeth, I stepped out of the bathroom.

“Finally” Kyle said rolling his eyes.

I didn’t bother arguing, so I went back to my room. I took a brush and tried to untangle my hair. It seemed that the harder I tried, the more tangled it became. This really wasn’t my day. Instead of spending an hour brushing my hair, I picked up an elastic and tied it in to a ponytail. Nothing fancy – as usual. I put on my jeans, high-heeled boots, and a black tank. It was simple wear, no leggings for me. They were too constricting. Normally, I would have worn shorts, the shorter the better, but I didn’t know the dress code for school. Shorts were simply easier to move in. I preferred them to jeans, but I’d never be caught dead in sweats; not even in gym class.

By the time I got downstairs I could smell the sweet scent of freshly made cinnamon buns. I sat at the table and got a glass of water. Unlike most people I didn’t drink orange juice, even in the morning. I grabbed a sandwich that my mom packed for me, and a bottle of water for later and made my way to my Aunt’s old Buick. Terrible car by the way. If I had money, I would burn it and buy a new one, but it was all that I could afford. Kyle, on the other hand, owned a Mitsubishi Lancer Evolution.Yeah, I know. I hated him for it. It was completely black, which would be perfect for me. My Buick was parked on the side of the street, whereas his was nicely parked in the driveway. I started pulling forward when Kyle backed out right in front of me. I glared at him and he smiled at me before driving off, his music pounding my ears. I glared at the fading taillights. Jerk.

After sitting motionlessly in my car, I started heading to the torture chamber. Breathing heavily, I tried to distract myself from all thoughts of the new school.

After about ten minutes of driving, I arrived at an overly large building. It looked more like an office than a high school. The only thing that made me realize that I was in the right location was that teens stood around listening to iPods, talking to friends, and mocking teachers. Silently, I sat in my car, praying for a tornado to hit the ground and take me away with it. But it never came. I frantically looked around at the crowd of people. Well, they seemed to be having fun. At the sight of this overly happy place, I wanted to cry again. I parked as far away from the school as I could manage. Closing my eyes, I tried to concentrate. I tried to think of my happy place, where my friends and I were the ones mocking teachers, not strangers. Lost in my thoughts, a loud noise made my eyes fly open, startled. After looking around for a moment, and returning to reality, I noticed a huge flock of people entering the school. The bell made an abrupt booming sound. It made my ears pound, giving me a terrible headache.

“Man, they really gotta fix that thing.” I heard a tall guy say to another, while clamping his hands over his ears.

After the sound had died out, I blinked the tears back that made my eyes blurry, and stepped out of my truck. Only a few people were still standing outside. I quickly ran up to the front door and leapt past thousands of people. Once I reached the office, I breathed a sigh of relief. A short, blonde haired lady was sitting behind a desk.

“May I help you?” she asked, glaring at me curiously, pushing her glasses down to her nose.
Excuse me? This is DEFINATELY something that teens face.

I’m currently trying to write a book (guess writing runs in the fanily my aunt wrote Nicky’s Nocturnal Octopus) I want some feedback.
WARNING: it’s a bit lengthy!
BEEP!BEEP!BEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEPPPPPPPPPP!!!!!!!!!!
"Stupid alarm clock." I said with weary eyes. I found myself ebbing from reality again, back into the dark void of sleep.
" Sarah!!! time to get up!" Who could be calling me? I know it’s not my mom, mom’s on a trip to Spain.
Then came the sound of heavy footsteps up the stairs and stopping at my door.
I threw the blankets over my head.
"Sarah come on get up!"
I felt the sheets being pulled back off my face. I saw a dark figure standing over me. At first the figure was fuzzy and then became clear.
"Good morning ( I need a name for the boy character)." I said as I yawned.
" Woah!" ( the boy) exclaimed as his hands flew to his nose.
" What?" I asked.
" Maybe you should brush your teeth before I talk to you.
I glanced over at the clock.
"It’s 10 in the morning. Why us he here at this time?" I thought to myself.
I got up and went to my bathroom.
TINK!!!!
And once again my tooth brush falls down the drain.
I tried then brushing my teeth with my finger but soon i gave up and went back into my room. I grabbed up the tiny box of mints next to my bed. I plopped one in my mouth and looked at ( the boy).
"Can I ask you why are you here at this time in the morning?"
" Because your mom asked me to watch you will she was gone."
" My mom sure knows how to trust 16-year-olds with the task of watching her 16 year old daughter."
" Hey I thought it was a nice thing to do!"
"Well it is I was kind of surprised to see you in my bedroom."

I need a name for the boy and a name for the mom.
I also need a place that has a forest and a small town, and has a possibility of having mythical creatures other than FORKS,WA!

This is the second chapter. Comments/critique/suggestions appreciated!

II

Seven thirty in the morning. I woke up to the sound of my annoying alarm clock. Today was going to be the worst of my life, I thought, angrily throwing the stupid alarm clock across the room. With a loud clatter it fell to the ground. It was probably broken, but I didn’t care. I hated that alarm clock anyway. Dragging my feet in to the bathroom, I dropped down on to the floor and started crying. I didn’t want to start over; I didn’t want anything to do with strangers. After a few minutes of sobbing, I stared at myself in the mirror. I was a complete mess, my eyes were red and puffy, my hair was tangled, and it looked like I was about to puke. Which was true, I felt like spilling my guts down the drain. I heard a loud bang on the door, distracting my terrible thoughts.

“Hurry up Emma, I don’t have all day!” Kyle said, annoyed.

“Go away! Use the bathroom that’s downstairs.” I replied, tears rolling down my cheeks.

“I need to use the shower, you have three minutes.”

“Ugh!! You’re so annoying.” I shouted angrily.

After spraying some cool water on my face, and brushing my teeth, I stepped out of the bathroom.

“Finally” Kyle said rolling his eyes.

I didn’t bother arguing, so I went back to my room. I took a brush and tried to untangle my hair. It seemed that the harder I tried, the more tangled it became. This really wasn’t my day. Instead of spending an hour brushing my hair, I picked up an elastic and tied it in to a ponytail. Nothing fancy – as usual. I put on my jeans, high-heeled boots, and a black tank. It was simple wear, no leggings for me. They were too constricting. Normally, I would have worn shorts, the shorter the better, but I didn’t know the dress code for school. Shorts were simply easier to move in. I preferred them to jeans, but I’d never be caught dead in sweats; not even in gym class.

By the time I got downstairs I could smell the sweet scent of freshly made cinnamon buns. I sat at the table and got a glass of water. Unlike most people I didn’t drink orange juice, even in the morning. I grabbed a sandwich that my mom packed for me, and a bottle of water for later and made my way to my Aunt’s old Buick. Terrible car by the way. If I had money, I would burn it and buy a new one, but it was all that I could afford. Kyle, on the other hand, owned a Mitsubishi Lancer Evolution.Yeah, I know. I hated him for it. It was completely black, which would be perfect for me. My Buick was parked on the side of the street, whereas his was nicely parked in the driveway. I started pulling forward when Kyle backed out right in front of me. I glared at him and he smiled at me before driving off, his music pounding my ears. I glared at the fading taillights. Jerk.

After sitting motionlessly in my car, I started heading to the torture chamber. Breathing heavily, I tried to distract myself from all thoughts of the new school.

After about ten minutes of driving, I arrived at an overly large building. It looked more like an office than a high school. The only thing that made me realize that I was in the right location was that teens stood around listening to iPods, talking to friends, and mocking teachers. Silently, I sat in my car, praying for a tornado to hit the ground and take me away with it. But it never came. I frantically looked around at the crowd of people. Well, they seemed to be having fun. At the sight of this overly happy place, I wanted to cry again. I parked as far away from the school as I could manage. Closing my eyes, I tried to concentrate. I tried to think of my happy place, where my friends and I were the ones mocking teachers, not strangers. Lost in my thoughts, a loud noise made my eyes fly open, startled. After looking around for a moment, and returning to reality, I noticed a huge flock of people entering the school. The bell made an abrupt booming sound. It made my ears pound, giving me a terrible headache.

“Man, they really gotta fix that thing.” I heard a tall guy say to another, while clamping his hands over his ears.

After the sound had died out, I blinked back the tears that had blurred my eyes, and stepped out of my truck. Only a few people were still standing outside. I quickly ran up to the front door and leapt past thousands of people. Once I reached the office, I breathed a sigh of relief. A short, blonde haired lady was sitting behind a desk.

“May I help you?” she asked, glaring at me curiously, pushing her glasses down to her nose.

This is the second chapter. Comments/critique/suggestions appreciated!

II

Seven thirty in the morning. I woke up to the sound of my annoying alarm clock. Today was going to be the worst of my life, I thought, angrily throwing the stupid alarm clock across the room. With a loud clatter it fell to the ground. It was probably broken, but I didn’t care. I hated that alarm clock anyway. Dragging my feet in to the bathroom, I dropped down on to the floor and started crying. I didn’t want to start over; I didn’t want anything to do with strangers. After a few minutes of sobbing, I stared at myself in the mirror. I was a complete mess, my eyes were red and puffy, my hair was tangled, and it looked like I was about to puke. Which was true, I felt like spilling my guts down the drain. I heard a loud bang on the door, distracting my terrible thoughts.

“Hurry up Emma, I don’t have all day!” Kyle said, annoyed.

“Go away! Use the bathroom that’s downstairs.” I replied, tears rolling down my cheeks.

“I need to use the shower, you have three minutes.”

“Ugh!! You’re so annoying.” I shouted angrily.

After spraying some cool water on my face, and brushing my teeth, I stepped out of the bathroom.

“Finally” Kyle said rolling his eyes.

I didn’t bother arguing, so I went back to my room. I took a brush and tried to untangle my hair. It seemed that the harder I tried, the more tangled it became. This really wasn’t my day. Instead of spending an hour brushing my hair, I picked up an elastic and tied it in to a ponytail. Nothing fancy – as usual. I put on my jeans, high-heeled boots, and a black tank. It was simple wear, no leggings for me. They were too constricting. Normally, I would have worn shorts, the shorter the better, but I didn’t know the dress code for school. Shorts were simply easier to move in. I preferred them to jeans, but I’d never be caught dead in sweats; not even in gym class.

By the time I got downstairs I could smell the sweet scent of freshly made cinnamon buns. I sat at the table and got a glass of water. Unlike most people I didn’t drink orange juice, even in the morning. I grabbed a sandwich that my mom packed for me, and a bottle of water for later and made my way to my Aunt’s old Buick. Terrible car by the way. If I had money, I would burn it and buy a new one, but it was all that I could afford. Kyle, on the other hand, owned a Mitsubishi Lancer Evolution.Yeah, I know. I hated him for it. It was completely black, which would be perfect for me. My Buick was parked on the side of the street, whereas his was nicely parked in the driveway. I started pulling forward when Kyle backed out right in front of me. I glared at him and he smiled at me before driving off, his music pounding my ears. I glared at the fading taillights. Jerk.

After sitting motionlessly in my car, I started heading to the torture chamber. Breathing heavily, I tried to distract myself from all thoughts of the new school.

After about ten minutes of driving, I arrived at an overly large building. It looked more like an office than a high school. The only thing that made me realize that I was in the right location was that teens stood around listening to iPods, talking to friends, and mocking teachers. Silently, I sat in my car, praying for a tornado to hit the ground and take me away with it. But it never came. I frantically looked around at the crowd of people. Well, they seemed to be having fun. At the sight of this overly happy place, I wanted to cry again. I parked as far away from the school as I could manage. Closing my eyes, I tried to concentrate. I tried to think of my happy place, where my friends and I were the ones mocking teachers, not strangers. Lost in my thoughts, a loud noise made my eyes fly open, startled. After looking around for a moment, and returning to reality, I noticed a huge flock of people entering the school. The bell made an abrupt booming sound. It made my ears pound, giving me a terrible headache.

“Man, they really gotta fix that thing.” I heard a tall guy say to another, while clamping his hands over his ears.

After the sound had died out, I blinked back the tears that had blurred my eyes, and stepped out of my truck. Only a few people were still standing outside. I quickly ran up to the front door and leapt past thousands of people. Once I reached the office, I breathed a sigh of relief. A short, blonde haired lady was sitting behind a desk.

“May I help you?” she asked, glaring at me curiously, pushing her glasses down to her nose.

This is the second chapter. Comments/critique/suggestions appreciated!

II

Seven thirty in the morning. I woke up to the sound of my annoying alarm clock. Today was going to be the worst of my life, I thought, angrily throwing the stupid alarm clock across the room. With a loud clatter it fell to the ground. It was probably broken, but I didn’t care. I hated that alarm clock anyway. Dragging my feet in to the bathroom, I dropped down on to the cold tiled floor and started crying. I didn’t want to start over; I didn’t want anything to do with strangers. After a few minutes of sobbing, I stared at myself in the mirror. I was a complete mess, my eyes were red and puffy, my hair was tangled, and it looked like I was about to puke. Which was true, I felt like spilling my guts down the drain. I heard a loud bang on the door, distracting my terrible thoughts.

“Hurry up Emma, I don’t have all day!” Kyle said, annoyed.

“Go away! Use the bathroom that’s downstairs.” I replied, tears rolling down my cheeks.

“I need to use the shower, you have three minutes.”

“Ugh!! You’re so annoying.” I shouted angrily.

After spraying some cool water on my face, and brushing my teeth, I stepped out of the bathroom.

“Finally” Kyle said rolling his eyes.

I didn’t bother arguing, so I went back to my room. I took a brush and tried to untangle my hair. It seemed that the harder I tried, the more tangled it became. This really wasn’t my day. Instead of spending an hour brushing my hair, I picked up an elastic and tied it in to a ponytail. Nothing fancy – as usual. I put on my jeans, high-heeled boots, and a black tank. It was simple wear, no leggings for me. They were too constricting. Normally, I would have worn shorts, the shorter the better, but I didn’t know the dress code for school. Shorts were simply easier to move in. I preferred them to jeans, but I’d never be caught dead in sweats; not even in gym class.

By the time I got downstairs I could smell the sweet scent of freshly made cinnamon buns. I sat at the table and got a glass of water. Unlike most people I didn’t drink orange juice, even in the morning. I grabbed a sandwich that my mom packed for me, and a bottle of water for later and made my way to my Aunt’s old Buick. Terrible car by the way. If I had money, I would burn it and buy a new one, but it was all that I could afford. Kyle, on the other hand, owned a Mitsubishi Lancer Evolution.Yeah, I know. I hated him for it. It was completely black, which would be perfect for me. My Buick was parked on the side of the street, whereas his was nicely parked in the driveway. I started pulling forward when Kyle backed out right in front of me. I glared at him and he smiled at me before driving off, his music pounding my ears. I glared at the fading taillights. Jerk.

After sitting motionlessly in my car, I started heading to the torture chamber. Breathing heavily, I tried to distract myself from all thoughts of the new school.

After about ten minutes of driving, I arrived at an overly large building. It looked more like an office than a high school. The only thing that made me realize that I was in the right location was that teens stood around listening to iPods, talking to friends, and mocking teachers. Silently, I sat in my car, praying for a tornado to hit the ground and take me away with it. But it never came. I frantically looked around at the crowd of people. Well, they seemed to be having fun. At the sight of this overly happy place, I wanted to cry again. I parked as far away from the school as I could manage. Closing my eyes, I tried to concentrate. I tried to think of my happy place, where my friends and I were the ones mocking teachers, not strangers. Lost in my thoughts, a loud noise made my eyes fly open, startled. After looking around for a moment, and returning to reality, I noticed a huge flock of people entering the school. The bell made an abrupt booming sound. It made my ears pound, giving me a terrible headache.

“Man, they really gotta fix that thing.” I heard a tall guy say to another, while clamping his hands over his ears.

After the sound had died out, I blinked the tears back that made my eyes blurry, and stepped out of my truck. Only a few people were still standing outside. I quickly ran up to the front door and leapt past thousands of people. Once I reached the office, I breathed a sigh of relief. A short, blonde haired lady was sitting behind a desk.

“May I help you?” she asked, glaring at me curiously, pushing her glasses down to her nose.

How would you imagine yourself as a famous actor or actress? I’ve been thinking about this question over and over. Now that I’m an actress I finally know what it feels like. Follow me as I perform my regular day to day tasks.

My eyes fling open as my alarm clock goes beep, beep, beep. I excitedly get up from my cozy bed and pace to my bathroom. I flip open my cabinet and grab my toothpaste and toothbrush. I gently squeeze the light blue minty liquid onto the toothbrush. When the toothbrush came into my mouth I started to brush my teeth in a back and forth motion. After a minute of brushing my teeth, I stroll down to my closet. I wandered around my closet thinking about what I’m going to wear. Then I finally found the perfect outfit. I picked out a pink tank top with pink slacks, and pink high heel shoes to match. After I slipped on my pink outfit, I paced back into my bathroom to comb my tangled hair. I picked up my smooth comb and started putting the sharp teeth into my hair. I kept combing the tangles out for about a minute. After that I proceeded down the long stairs. After I finally arrived downstairs, I thought about breakfast. I strolled over to my smooth refrigerator, pulled on the handle, and slowly reached inside and grabbed an orange juice carton. I flipped open my cabinet, slowly forced my glass out of the cabinet and onto the marble counter. I slowly poured my orange juice into my crystal clear glass. I picked up my glass and quickly drank my orange juice. I put my orange juice carton back into the refrigerator and strolled out the door. Cruising down my front steps I glance at my sleek black phantom car glistening in the morning sun. I slide quickly into my car and drive off to my exciting career.
As I slid out my cozy seat and onto the rough pavement I feel the morning mist coming down over me. I stroll over to the Hollywood Studio and pull open the door. When I get in the door I saunter over to my dressing room and grab my script. Then I excitedly cruise up the stairs and approach the hardwood stage. I go over to a corner, sit on a cushion chair and wait for my partner. When my partner finally arrived I arose from my seat, and rehearsed the scene with my partner. An hour later big strong men harness me onto the big rough strings and hoist me into the cool air. I hold my arms and legs straight out to pretend like I’m flying. A few seconds later a big gush of wind blows in my face from the huge fan. I recite all my lines while I’m pretending to fly. Six minutes later the same strong guys lower me down and un-harness me. After they un-harnessed me I had a bunch of goose bumps on my arms because it was so chilly. After that I strolled over to my dressing room. I sat on the cozy couch and I begin to recite all my lines over and over while I wait for my next scene. An hour later I felt really frustrated and started kicking the table in front of me because I kept forgetting my lines. I saunter over to my purse and slowly grabbed a couple of Ritz crackers and sat back on the couch. Three and a half hours later I memorized all my lines. I felt as if I had won the lottery. Half hour later the director poked his head in the door way and said “It’s time for your next scene”. I arose up from the couch and quickly walked out my dressing room confident that I was going to nail all of my lines. I cruised up the stairs and approached the stage. I recited all my lines with three actors for about two hours and nailed each and every word. I was so happy I nailed all of my lines. At that very moment I felt as if I could do anything. After that I rehearsed my stage directions with two actors for about thirty minutes. I looked down at my watch and saw that it was time for my lunch break. I stroll over to my dressing room and grabbed my lunch and sat on the comfy couch.
Just getting back from my lunch break I approach the stage and rehearse with all of the actors for about three to four hours straight. After I finally finished all my lines, my eyes felt very droopy. I felt like I needed a nap for two days. I shuffled back to my dressing room thankful that I’m going home. I grabbed all my belongings, strolled out the door and locked my dressing room. After that I said good bye to everyone and shuffled out the door. I sauntered over to my car and slowly slid into my warm leather seats and drove off into the night sky.

Well as you can see my acting career takes a lot of hard work and time. I always grow as a person from the challenges I face everyday. I have shown you how I get ready for work, how I perform my tasks at work, and how I end my day. This is my passion and I hope to continue it each and everyday.