24-hour clock

My annual hectic competitive dance showcase started this year as it always has, as a charged and passionate kickoff. That morning, I had been woken abruptly from my peacefully sound sleep by my deafening alarm clock. An obnoxious cry playing a song from the ‘Pitch Perfect’ soundtrack continued to sound until I was alert enough to lurch over and smash the stop button. I immediately made my bed and hopped into my warm-up outfit for the day. My mom had already been awake for some time and we we’re…

as I snatched my oversized black shirt with the little orange roof that read, ‘Servpro’. Next I clutched an old pair of jeans, my black nike sneakers, my keys, and finally sprinted out the door. Traffic was worse than usual. Instead of sitting an hour in traffic to Comstock Park, the…

I WOKE UP ON THE WRONG SIDE OF THE BED THIS MORNING. I stretched my hand out in search of Soraya’s warm touch, but found chilling sheets. I turn my head to find an empty bed. I look over at the clock on my bedside table--three thirty a.m.. Where was she? She didn’t have to get ready for school until five. I swung my feet over the side of the bed and prepared myself for the stinging feeling of the cold hardwood floor against my bare feet. I then remembered the soft slippers Sohrab got me for my…

already, narrows the things that the reader can manipulate the word “it” by saying that “it” has to be “lifting up” and also has to be “large as a giant”. Consequently, although the option of interpreting “it” with an alarm clock is no longer a valid option since an alarm clock doesn’t follow the rule of being large or lifting up, the other options of interpreting “it” are still valid. For example, considering that the nuclear bomb was the reason for the noise that sounded like a pressure…

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…