"It's time to get up. It's time to get up." I heard someone singing softly. I ignored it, not really bothered with the voice. I snuggled deeper into my pillow and rolled to the other side of my bed. I still hear the person singing softly which was fine by me, but then it gradually got louder and louder.
"AND YOU GOT TO GET UP! GET OUT OF BED! I GOT SLAPS OF LOVE WAITING FOR YOU!"
The person now climbed onto my bed, jumping up and down while I'm still in it! I grabbed one of my pillow and threw it towards the annoying person, but they caught it and threw it right back at me!
"GET UP! IT'S TIME TO GET UP" They sang some more but in a screamo voice. Ugh! I didn't ask for a Motionless in White concert at 7 in the morning!
"Okay! Fine! I'm getting up." I grumbled. I crawled and sat on the edge of my bed. I rubbed my eyes, opening them slightly to see who woke me up until I saw the sun glaring back at me. I threw another pillow somewhere, trying to kill the sun so it can turn back into the moon. Yeah, my brain doesn't function well in the morning.
"Owe!" Oops, whatever. The person who interrupted my sleep is the devil himself. It deserves my pillow throwing. I dive back under my covers hiding from the daylight and any human being that comes in my way of sleep.
"Really, Erin? Fine, You asked for it." I pouted with my eyes still closed. Why is this person still here? If they're going to take me away to Mars so aliens can experiment on me at least do it now.
"AHHH!" I yelled. The person yanked me by my feet and onto the hard wood floor. "Whyyy?" I moaned.
"I'm sorry, but it had to be done. I'm here to motivate you into being a better person. Be someone who's successful. Do you really want to be a couch potato for the rest of your life?"
I finally opened my eyes and looked up to see who it was. "Grace!" I whined, "You don't care about my future. What do you really want?"
"I want breakfast, but I don't want to go to the dining room alone, so hurry up and get dressed so we can go!"
"Whatever." I crawled halfway to the bathroom door until I dropped down onto my stomach because my arms were too weak of sleep. I heard Grace cackling one of her lungs out behind me. I turned my head and glared at her. I decided to just roll around the floor till I made it to the the bathroom door.
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"You know I had an alarm on my phone so you didn't have to wake me up right? We could have made it to breakfast in plenty of time." I said while Grace was humming along to the elevator music.
"That could possibly be very true but the thing is, your alarm ringtone is of a man who you recorded snoring at the park!"
"And?" I reply unaffected by the old man ringtone.
"Well first of all, recording an old man who you don't even know snoring just so you can have it as your alarm is creepy! And second of all, how can one get out of bed with snores?!"
"I would answer your rhetorical question but since we're on the dining room floor, I guess I'll just have to ignore you. Now let's go eat." I respond, opening the door to the dining room. Ahh, a nice quiet morning where I can eat and not be bothered by annoying people.
I get in line, grabbing a tray for my breakfast. The only time I can be happy in the morning is my food.
"Hey" ...or I guess not.
"What do you want Toby?" I growl turning around seeing that he has his arm around Presley, who's smirking at me for god knows what.
"Just saying a good morning to you babe. Who pissed in your cereal?"
"Shove it up your donut hole. I just woke up and I haven't eaten. It's illegal to talk to me during this hour."
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Tickets To Neverland
HumorErin Brooks is a sarcastic and sometimes violent girl who's assigned to work as Tinker Bell at Disneyland. She hates it of course because who wants to wear a tight green dress that barely covers their butt and boobs? It's not a Magic Mike: Disney ed...
