Dog Creative Writing

I sat bolt upright in bed. A calypso sounding music was playing very loud from my alarm clock on my right side. Sunlight was streaming in through the windows. I swung my legs over the side of the mattress and stretched a bit. I noticed that the sunlight seemed a bit bright for 6:30am in October. There shouldn't be any sunlight yet, I thought to myself. I snatched my phone off my bedside table and checked the time. 8:42am, Tuesday, October 15th. Class started at 7:30. I was late. I jumped out of bed, slammed down the button on the alarm clock, and threw all my covers off. I speed walked across my room, (which only took 4 steps) and threw on my grey sweater with bright green lettering and dark blue jeans. I quickly combed my fingers through the long blonde mess that I called my hair, then slipped on my converses, threw open my door and ran out into the kitchen, nearly tripping over my dog. I fished the last few granola bars out of the bottom of the box, and ripped them open hungrily. "Late... how could I have slept through two hours of alarm?!" I raged through a full mouth. I shoved the last bit of granola into my mouth. The house was empty, it was just me and the dogs, I noticed. "Good, they won't yell at me this way." I said as I thought of my parents. I finally grabbed my bag off the hook by the door and ran outside into the early autumn chill. …show more content…
I sprinted down the street, leaves crunching under my feet with every step. I kept thinking of one thing-the fact that I was late. I had crossed the avenue and by then the cold October air was tearing at my lungs and throat, and I ran even faster. After what seemed like an eternity, I finally reached the school. I sat down on the doorstep to catch my breath, listening to the brown, crunchy leaves scuttle across the concrete. I then stood up and pulled open the