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.

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.

He hides in a doorway@the end of the hall.2 min l8r he c’s the hangman scurry out of Buffalo’s room and race downstairs. "Ben is so scared after he reads what happened to Buffalo that he aint looked at an alarm clock for a week. He’s hiding, but I can take you to him for 5 grand. He’ll testify." "I don’t pay for perjury," growled the inspector" "He never improves," sighed Haledjian, entering the inspector’s office and holding the door wide open Nick’s flying exit.

Why was Nick booted??