This first sentence is something that I just made up. It is something that a 13 (14 as of Feb 19) year old randomly came up with. I know little to nothing about this subject. It is not a cited fact it is just supposed to sound like one. Thank you.
Chapter Ten: Sleep
{ Victoria's Point of View }
"In conclusion, the number of wild tigers has drastically decreased since the 90's one must take action to stop the hunting and capturing of these beautiful creatures." I read aloud as I type the last few words. I had been working on Olivia's project since eight at night.
I just have to finish her power point and I can sleep. I glance at the clock on my bedside table. The bright flashing numbers taunt me. They scream for me to forget the project and sleep. As inviting as that sounds, I know that I can't. I have to finish this project. If I don't, my sister will have my head on a silver platter and will turn that into her teacher.
Just as I begin to open a new power point document, my phone buzzes.
From: Mom
Message: Victoria, go to bed. I can hear you sighing and reading through the walls. GO TO BED! Sleep misses you. Let it have you for a while your project will be fine- lonely, but fine! Go to bed or I take your books away.
I send a simple 'okay' before I go back to my computer to work on the power point.
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I start to doze off at about 5:30 in the morning. Knowing that sleep is unacceptable until I finish this project, I get off my bed and go down stairs to the kitchen.
I sigh as I begin to make the coffee that will keep me from getting decapitated. I wait as the smell of coffee drifts through and covers the kitchen in a warm blanket.
Once the coffee is finished, I put it in a 'Gilmore Girls' mug and trudge up stairs again.
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"Yes! I'm done!" I can't help but say out loud. I stand up and start doing my happy dance that consists of looking like an idiot while flopping your limbs randomly.
"Victoria!" I stop mid-flap at my mother's angry voice.
"Uh... Hi, Mom. I... Am sleep walking. Yep. I'm sleep walking." I attempt to convince her unconvincingly.
"Sure. But, you're wide awake right now so tell me why your wide awake at seven in the morning. Why are you not the normal sleep walking zombie wanting bacon?" Mom prods, an evil stare on her face that begs me to lie so she can have the house cleaned spotless.
"Uh... Project...?" I mumble quietly.
Mom heaves a heavy sigh and nods her head. "You are staying home today, missy. No arguments! You've stayed up too late to still go to school!"
"But, Mom...!" I protest.
"No! Now, go upstairs and go to bed and if I find out that you went to school... I'll... Make you watch the Twilight movies!" At that, I turn around and run up to my room because I can't risk losing my brain- it's kinda all I have.
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Thanks. Hope you enjoyed!
-TotalNerd23
Originally published on: February 13, 2016
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