12-hour clock

Beep beep beep beep! Goes Susan the alarm clock and you know what that means it is 5am and I’m awake under the bed with my temporary owner jerry fast asleep. It isn’t very pleasant here under the bed filled with dust mites, dirty socks and mounds of clothes. I take notice to Mr. Pencil bag looking for his zipper that had broken off a couple days ago. Penny the pencil is also awake, but she is feeling a little dull, so she begins her search for her best friend Larry the pencil sharpener. BEEP…

“BEEP!,BEEP!,” My alarm clock screamed as it informed me of the time. I rolled over and shut it off, I even contemplating going back to bed, but i remembered why i was up so early. I flipped my covers off my body and got out of bed. I went to my dress to grab cloths for the day. “Mason we are leaving in 10 mins.” I heard my mom shout as i finally finished fumbling with my belt. I ran out to the kitchen with my duffle bag over my shoulder, grabbed apple, threw my shoes on, and got into the car…

“Beep Beep Beep!” My alarm usually screams at me to wake me from my usual unforgiving short bedtime hours, but not today. Today, waking up without the assistance of that cringe worthy noise, with eyes still heavy, I reached my arm out from under the cozy blankets and switched the alarm button to off, as it was no longer needed. Bringing my arm back into my side, with my eyes still closed I laid there wondering why this morning I did not have to be shaken back to life. I easily narrowed it down…

beep beep beep, my dreadful alarm clock goes off it is 6:30 AM on saturday, you are probably wondering why i am getting up at 6:30 on Saturday well good question i have a gymnastics meet. Today is my sister Leela’s first gymnastics meet today and that means my mom will be showing all of her attention to her. Anyway when I finally get up I get in the shower and then dry my hair so when I get done drying my hair so today i am going to do a ponytail and when I am done with that I put my leotard…

Beep, beep, beep! went Juniper's alarm. "Ugh," groaned Juniper, dragging herself out of bed. Juniper used the washroom, made her bed, and changed her clothes. Juniper loved the mornings, except for one part: going through the hallway; it took like one million years to get through! One million years later, she reached the stairs and sighed with relief. "Ahhh!" exclaimed Juniper. She started to walk down the stairs . . . until she reached the bottom stair with a toy car stuck to her bottom.…

father. Light gray hairs peeked out of the bottom his full head of chestnut brown hair. She would have to die his hair again. “Okie-dokie,” he slurred. “Don’t stay up too late, you’ve got school tomorrow.” Elle scanned her light purple clock angled on her desk. 10:38. With a half-hearted sigh, Elle grabbed her hefty backpack…

I have a ritual. Every morning, I immediately open my laptop and browse several sporting analysis websites. This occurs before my shower. Before brushing my teeth. Before opening Facebook. Before eating breakfast. Often, before I am fully awake. I need my daily fix. Then, breakfast is consumed while watching the news. Not politics and weather though, nor business and finance. Always Fox Sports News. Some require a morning coffee. Without it, they bemoan their inability to properly function.…

Her dreams hadn’t been peaceful, nor did they have much time to develop. It seemed like she was only just laying her head down on her pillow, exhausted to the bone, when the subtle shift of her mattress pulled her from its depths. Was her alarm sounding? Had she slept in later than she intended, running late for work? As the brute got comfortable and eased the sheets down to expose her shoulders, Isla took a slow breath in, confused by the deep voice pressed tightly against her ear. Melatonin…

Every night starts out the same. My dream and I. I hear all the voices of my classmates, yelling, laughing, and most of all, harassing me. ‘Loser’, ‘Nerd’, ‘Four Eyes’, ‘Know it all’, all of those words. Sometimes, I end up with bruises at the end of the day. I saw dark shadows overrule me, taking everything I've wanted and dreamt about. I woke up with sweat on my face. My heart, beating so fast out of my chest. The fan, blowing loudly. I looked over at my original alarm, and read 2:45 A.M. I…

You get up in the morning with only ten minutes left, before, it’s time for you to walk out the door to begin your day. You haven’t a clue where to begin. The process of getting ready for work can be overwhelming if not planned correctly. Remarkably overwhelming that you desire to lay back down and go to sleep. Getting ready can be a difficult task, but, how you attack the situation; can forge the difference in your day. The key is planning ahead. Planning for a successful day begins the…