Wake up Call

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Beep...Beep...Beep

I am woken up by my very loud and obnoxious alarm clock, which is set to exactly 7:15 am.

"Ugh..." I roll over and shut the dang thing off and try to bury myself under my comforter. My mother barges in, along with the smell of pancakes and coffee since my room is right next to the kitchen.

"Wakey wakey, eggs and bakey! C'mon, Mara, it's time to get up. I made breakfast," she said as she left the room. I dragged myself out from my bed and get dressed in a black halter crop top, a light pink teddy jacket and black chain joggers. I'll put my platform ankle boots on when I leave.

"The food smells good, thanks mother," I said as I sat down by the counter and she set down a plate of pancakes without syrup, which she already knows I only eat on waffles. 

"No problem hon, hey I'm gonna be at work late tonight, so I won't be back til around 11 tonight ok? I know it's your birthday so I'll be sure to bring you back something special on my way home," she grabbed her bag off of the couch and kissed my cheek. "Love you hon, happy birthday,"

"I love you too mother, have a good day at work," I replied. With that, she left.

After I finished my food, I washed my dish, got my backpack and my shoes on, and locked the door on my way out. I went over to my bicycle and rode to school.

It was a nice morning, so the bike ride was quite pleasant. There was a cool breeze outside and the wind blowing in my ears was amazing. I was zoning out when i saw a child playing in the road. I smiled at her, when I noticed a car heading her way.

"WATCH OUT-" I screamed, but it was too late because the car drove passed. I stopped abruptly and looked over to where the child was, but no child was there, not even a smushed one. I looked around and noticed one of those little memory things for when someone dies in a crash or some other car- related accident on the side of the road that the child was on. 

I was freaked out, but I knew if I stayed any longer I would be late for school. I shakily got back on my bike, and when I got to school, I locked it up and went to my first class.

I couldn't pay attention in my first few periods, so when lunch came around, I was able to gather my witts long enough to still converse with my friends without them thinking something was wrong with me, which I guess there was. 

Throughout the rest of the day, my mind was filled with questions such as "what is wrong with me?", "was that kid just a hullucination or am I schizo?", "should I tell someone? If so, then who?" 

When the dismisal bell finally rang, I was the last one out the doors used to exit the building. I decided to sit down under a willow tree for a few moments, as well as possibly seeing that kid again.

"Oi, you're Mara Sterling right?" asked a voice from my left.

"Ah! You scared me there," I said with a nervous laugh, "but yes, that's me,"

"Oh, ok, good. Well me and my group wanted to say happy birthday! My one teacher has a list of everyone's birthday in the whole entire school and I recognised your name. We have chemistry together," said the girl.

I remembered her then. 

"Oh, you're Aithne Hughes, right?" I asked to confirm.

"Yup! Wanna come sit with us at lunch tomrrow? I noticed you seemed... distracted... today." she chirped.

"Oh," I hesitated since her and her group, which consisted of Aithne, Oliver ant the scary one, Alex, who was currently glaring at me. "Uh, ok! Sure, thanks for asking," I replied in a polite tone as a stood up and suddenly felt quite short, as she towered over me.

"I have to go, so I'll see you tomorrow, later Aithne," I said as I hopped onto my bicycle.

"Later!" she said in a cheerful tone and walked back to her friends.

Luckily, I rode back home hullucination-free. I walked our pit bull and bull dog mix, her name is Nima, tidied up my room, took a shower, got into my pajamas and started on dinner. I made chicken parmesan and put my mother's in the fridge. 

I finished my food, which I cooked perfectly, and chilled out in my room watching anime till my mom came home.

I knew when she pulled into the drive way when Nima barked loudly. I walked out of my room to unlock the door.

"Shh, girl it's just momma, no need to shout," I soothed her as I petted her head. Mother came in with a bag that said "HAPPY BIRTHDAY" in huge letters. I walked up to hug her.

"You're food is in the fridge, how was work?"

"Thanks hon, but same old, same old," she hugged me for a second then released me to go put my bag on the table and put her food in the oven. As she did, she told me about how her co-workers were being extra difficult today.

"But, go ahead and open the bag hon! I think you'll really like my present." she said with enthusiasm.

I walked over to the bag and opened it, and gasped.

"Mother! Thank you so much! How much even was this? These can get hella expensive," I said as I pulled out a 120-count package of Prismacolor pencils and a high quality sketchpad, I love to draw and needed some more supplies.

"Well, actually those were half off and I've been saving up so I could get you something super special," she said. 

I ran up to her and gave her a huge hug.

"Thank you so so so much momma, I love you," I said.

"I love you too hon, go ahead and go to sleep soon, you still have school tomorrow," she laughed.

I took my presents and put them up with all of my other art supplies and climbed into bed with my headphones on. I soon fell into a nice, dreamless sleep.

I woke up to what felt like someone sitting on my bed. Sometimes my mom would come in when she slept walked so I turned over to try and wake her up, but when I did, I wasn't met with my mother. I was met with a grotesque burnt up person, so burnt up I couldn't even tell the gender, with bright green eyes that appeared to be staring into my soul, with no lips so all I could see of it's mouth was rotting teeth and sick- looking gums.

I screamed at the top of my lungs.


(Hold this cliff for me <3)

(Also, hey everyone! This is my first story so please, judge and give me feedback TwT DM me if you want! I'm quite bored lol)

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