{2010}
A groan escapes my mouth, I hate mornings. I reach over to my alarm clock but it's not there. Stubbornly I sit up and look over to my floor. There it is nestled in my fluffy rug, vibrating like a a scared kid being scolded by their parents. I reach down to pick it up but it's not there.
"Huh?"
I clamber out of my bed just to see my alarm clock on my bedside table. Another groan. I must have been hallucinating. I stretch out my arm to turn it
off. It's not there.
"Omg!"
It's on my floor again! I kick it to be sure it's there but it's not. I look around. Bedside table, no. Floor, no. Desk, no. Ceiling, probably not but I check anyway, yes.
"What?"
I don't have time for this, I have too much to do. I have to look after the plants, feed the chickens, cows and goat, then I've got to go foraging and later I'm going to go fishing. It's the same thing every day.
"Mum Dad, I'm gonna go feed the animals."
Normally I would get a response but not today. I'm not going to lie I'm a little worried but I'm sure they're alright, right?
My day was boring other wise I would've told you about it but as I said it's the same every day. Mum and dad aren't back yet but I'm sure they're fine, sometimes they stay out and go to town but they normally say something. They normally tell me they're going first.
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Another day of boring chores pushes me into a corner, suffocating me. At least my alarm clock stayed put today.
"Mum Dad" I call again. Still, no answer...
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Wilting Rose
FantasyMaeve was born in the countryside; she had a loving family and a plan for the future. She was going to take over their farm and animals but that plan changed. Due to some complications Maeve is now an orphan and betrothed to the heir to the throne...
