Someone Should Call Stop, but....

I'm not meaning to!

Chapter Three: I’m not meaning to!

Okay, I’ll admit the dream was weird but I’ve had weirder over the years, heck I’ve had a dream where my band director locked the entire marching band into a cage and let a carnivores sunflower that could walk eat us! So I didn’t really think of it much more than, well, just another weird dream to add to the pile.

I slowly crawled out of bed as I was hit again and again by the hard duck down of my ‘no English speaking’ roommate. I slam my fist where the pestering beeping box should be and then I remember what my dad got me for Christmas, a moving alarm clock. Which means that it’s a loud, beeping, screeching, thing that runs away from you when you go to turn it off; oh and did I mention that it gets LOUDER the longer you take to find it? Yeah, worst gift ever dad.

I chase the stupid thing around the entire apartment and I can hear someone groaning, a man, from Amanda’s room. She seems to have a ‘friend’ over every night, and they never seem to repeat…Very interesting really. I hear Amanda shouting at me to turn it off and I scream back, “Well, come help me find the stupid thing!” I hear her huff and hit the floor, “Okay where did you last see it?” She asks in only her sateen night dress and long feathery robe. We see the sucker hiding just underneath the pot cabinet and I scream at it running straight towards it and slide like a baseball player going into home plate trying to be called safe. I wound up bruising my ribs and right knee MISSING the thing.

I lay there as it does triumphant circles just out of my reach I grab a pot quietly out of the cupboard and fling it at the stupid machine. It does a final screech and slowly dies. I smile in victory against my annoying alarm clock.

I hear Amanda huff, and I look to see her, hand on her hips, robe parted to see all the way up to her tanned knee and her hair still perfectly done in little blond curls, some even still pinned in the right places; overall she looks like the movie heroine in some sappy ‘romance’ film. I shake my head and groan as I push myself off the hard tiled floor and onto my knees. I see the time on the sixty dollar microwave and yelp. I spent an hour chasing that thing?! I rush back to my room and rip my PJ’s off running around like a chicken with my head cut off I try to find my cloths, I can’t. Amanda had taken them to be washed because “The smell was so bad I couldn’t even breathe in my bedroom!” which was preposterous because her room is on the other side of the hall and it didn’t even smell that bad in my room! I quietly rummage around in my other roommate’s drawers and find a top and pants. Grabbing my converse with the blue lasses I run back to the kitchen pulling my shoes off while grabbing a poptart pack and my book bag.

Poptart clamped between teeth, book bag hanging off one shoulder and hitting me in the thigh, my left shoe not tied while I ran down the stairs four at a time almost falling on my face and rolling every time, I try to make it to the bus stop for the second bus to Queens.

Managing to make it just in the nick of time I pay the driver and take my seat at the middle of the bus tying my shoes and fixing my bag. After about thirty minutes I see my stop and pull the wire down pulling my shirt down with it. I hadn’t realized how short this shirt was when I had grabbed it. It’s a black top with cuts on the sides that go up to far for me to be comfortable and the pants are a tad short for me and a tad wide for me. The green bell bottom cargo pants now looked gray in the harsh daylight, as I walk towards the small shop with a green cover to keep you out from under the rain that are descending on the city, just not fast enough to give my eyes a chance to get rid of the white dots.

Walking in the place is dead. None of the waitresses or waiters are even there, not even Mr. Cook is there, but the shop is open and I wonder around trying to find anyone doing a full circle of the entire place. When I exit the kitchen for the third time calling for someone to hear, I decide to lock up when I hear a crashing sound.