𝐑𝐄𝐁𝐄𝐋 𝐆𝐈𝐑𝐋 ! robin buckley [rewriting]

003. fight for your right

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THREE!
fight for your right
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Streams of sunlight managed to poke through the dark coloured curtains, dancing around the passed out figure of Ashley Parker, who had instinctively draped her arm over her eyes in an act of protest. She was not ready to forfeit the act of sleeping to the bothersome sun that could not take the hint that it was unwanted in the dark abyss of her room, even if it had the night had had shifted into the early hours of the day:

The teen girl had worked a agonizingly long shift at the ice cream shop the previous day, exhaustion gnawing at her weakening muscles and a numb feeling overtaking her feet, which was a consequence of the poorly fitted sneakers that she had chosen to adorn instead. She had practically crashed as soon as her figure had hit the mattress, allowing herself to drift into pure oblivion before she would be forced to get up and attend another one of her miserable soul crushing shifts, an endless loop that had been ingrained in her mind.

Her moment of peace didn't last long though, being interrupted by the shrill sound of her alarm clock that had filled the once quiet room. She instinctively let out an audible groan of annoyance, her one hand slithering out from underneath the sheets to find the god forsaken alarm that sat on the adjacent nightstand. Once her hand had found the dreaded object, she didn't hesitate to begin beating it to a pulp, hoping that would be enough to cause the sound to cease to exist.

Ashley was so sure that she was destined to destroy the alarm with her reckless actions but was surprised that it merely shut off without sustaining further damage. Once the sound had disappeared, she had rolled onto her back and stared up at the ceiling that was a mere blur to her eyes that had yet to adjust to the world. She knew that it was early in the morning based on the streams of sunlight that threatened to invade the darkness of her room but it made sense that she was awake at such a time as she was assigned to work the opening shift at Scoops Ahoy.

Most of her summer break had been filled with early risings against her will, struggles to crawl out of the comfort of her own bed and mundane shifts that she would spend on restock duty to pass the time. She didn't understand why an ice cream parlour had to be opened so early when the local population could only stomach hot coffee for breakfast but due to the mall's rigid schedule, every shop on the property was forced to open and close at the same time, no matter how much the timing didn't make sense.

Ashley could feel an overwhelming amount of annoyance fill her system as soon as she ripped the covers away from her body, exposing it to the cold air blasting from the desk fan. She so desperately wanted to roll over and succumb to sleep for another hour but she knew she'd receive a lecture if she failed to show up for her shift. She forced herself to climb out of the comfort of her bed and slink her way over to her closet to find her uniform that had been hung up dry the previous night by her mother.