Projector Alarm Clock

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I am flying.
I don’t have any wings, or anything, but I’m soaring up towards the bright sky. Everything seems vibrant and brand new, like I’m looking at the world for the very first time. The sun winks at me and I swear the birds are giving me odd looks. I don’t blame them. But I just grin and wave, like, ‘Hey! Yes, I defy the laws of gravity like this everyday!’
I laugh, and feel bubbly inside. I get a sudden image of shaking a bottle of Coke and it bubbling up and up before it pops, spilling fizz and soda everywhere. I feel that filled with joy. I’m happy and my mind is filled with pleasant memories. I soak it all in, like a bath. It’s like when you’re running so fast your legs are ahead of your whole body. My heart is ahead, and the rest of me is struggling to catch up and make sense of this sudden euphoria.
Then, it stops.
It’s like someone cruelly draws the curtains and everything is replaced with darkness. The sky turns from pale blue to violet. The birds drop away, their curiosity replaced with fear. The clouds seem to evaporate and all the color, the liveliness, seems to drop away.
I begin to fall.
I fall, and fall, and I want to scream. To cry out or plead for my life. The ground is coming nearer every second that passes. So near…
And then just before I hit the solid ground, it stops and everything is replaced with black.
~…~
RIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIING!!!
The shrill bark of my alarm clock cuts into my beautiful sleep, and I groan and turn over. The dream. Again. And it ended where it always does. Right before I splat into a Delilah-pancake. Part of me wants to know what happens after. Do I die? Or does something else happen? I have a little fantasy of some night on a black horse swooping in and catching me at the very last second.
I let my ears be abused for about three minutes, feeling too lazy to even perform the simple task of turning off my alarm. When I finally get sick of the sound, I slam a hand on the ‘Snooze’ button, giving it the cue to shut up.

Well, that’s all I have so far. The girl, Delilah, wakes up on the day before her fifteenth birthday. Her parents left when she was seven, so she lives with a kind couple that adopted her. She thinks of them as her real family. When Delilah gets to school, there’s a new boy in her class. Yes, he’s cute, but he’s also a bit cold and doesn’t talk much. On the way home from school, she meets a wierd man. He’s dressed regularly, like any modern person, but he tells her, "Time’s up." Delilah runs away home, a bit creeped out. The next day, the boy tells her that they need to talk. He takes her behind the school and grabs her arm, then begins to drag her somewhere. Delilah shrieks and runs away, scared like hell. The boy soon explains that she HAS to follow him. When Delilah refuses, he gets frustrated and struggles to make her come. Then, the man appears again. But, before her eyes, he undergoes a drastic transformation, which leaves Delilah terrified. The boy tells her to come or the man’ll kill her, and she follows him. He takes her to a secret entrance. Then, Delilah discovers that she’s in a whole different world. The boy tells her that she’s a faery. She has fairy blood in her and her family line is full of faeries. Delilah refuses to believe him, due to shock. He tells her so many things that happened to her during her odd life and explains how her faery blood has something to do with that. Then, the boy takes her to a school where faeries train in the Faery Arts(it’s like magic, but it has scientific and modern theories as well as combat). Soon, Delilah learns some classified info. That when she turns seventeen, she is to defeat an evil tyrant who has been ruling the world of faeries for centuries. Delilah freaks out but she struggles to focus on her faery studies. There is to be a competition for all new faeries. The losers get booted and their faery identities removed.

So, yeah, that’s it. I may change it, like perhaps only girls can be faeries…and the boy may be changed to a female. What do you think of it? I’m sorry it’s long! Thanks!

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.

‘Beep. Beep. Beep.’ I rolled over and glared at my alarm clock. Sighing, I slid out of my warm, inviting bed, knowing Dad would be pissed if I didn’t. I glanced at the glowing red numbers as I hit the snooze button, 5: 58. Oh. Shit. Dad will be expecting me in three minutes. Fuck. I threw on the first thing my fingers touched out of my dresser, and shoved on my black Converse. I twisted my black, waist length, hair into a sloppy braid, and darted out my bedroom door. I flew down the stairs, and stopped just in time to save myself from crashing into Dad’s hard, muscular chest.
“ Carman,” He started in his thick French accented voice. “ Barely.” He looked at me with an eyebrow raised.
“ I’m sorry, Father.” I apologized. “ I woke late, it wont happen again.” He sighed.
“ Carman.” He said . Then paused thinking. “ Do you know the mythical meaning to that name?” He asked, out of the blue.
“ No.” I answered. Not sure of where the subject was heading.
“ The Celtic Goddess of Destructive Magic.” I looked at him expectantly, waiting for him to continue. “ It is said that Carman was warrior-woman and sorceress from Athens, the capital, and largest city for that matter, in Greece. She, along with her three sons, Dub, Dother, and Dien, other wise known as ‘black’, ‘evil’, and ‘violence’, set off to invade Ireland. She used her magic to destroy all the fruit of Ireland. Four of the Tuatha Dé Danann, Crichinbel, Lug, Bé Chuille and Aoi challenged Carman and her three sons. Her sons were forced to leave Ireland, while she was locked away. She died of longing and was buried in Wexford among oak trees.” He finished up.
I looked up at him, waiting for him to explain why the hell I needed to know this. I love to hear about this stuff from Dad, altho I can’t understand half of the words out of his mouth. Dads a teacher at school. Yes, my school. It can be a pain….but it does have its benefits.

I dont really know how many people would stick to it after i got into the Mythical stuff…..I happen to love it, but i would like another persons opion please?

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.