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.

“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

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.