Since when did you care?

Mornings with Farquad•Chappy 1.

Chappy 1

{Un-edited}

July 22,2015

Please bear with me, for I am in the process of making these chapters better.

~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~

Allison's P.O.V

Another day to add to my long list of days on this planet.

My alarm rings. It's red digital font reads 6:05 a.m. Music blasts as I hit the button. Feeling no motivation to get up, I groan. Rubbing my sleep fused eyes I pull myself and my sheets up.

On the other hand, my alarm clock has other ideas. Like it has a mind of its own it starts playing more music on full blast. I don't know who created it but I have a feeling they hate me.

It was probably made in a sweat shop by some poor underpaid kid forced to make a certain amount of alarm clocks everyday with no education on electrical wiring or any education for the matter.

Instantly I feel bad about complaining about my clock.

Although one of my favorite songs; This is Gospel by: Panic! At the Disco plays, it gets annoying when you don't feel like . Don't get me wrong I love that song it's just I can't take the music this early in the morning.

I drag the curtains open to expose light into my room. My rooms about 14ft by 14ft  so it's a little snug by how much stuff there is in my room.

Ugh my ribs hurt.

I check under my shirt.

Great just great bruises. Welp I'm screwed. I think to my self.

Oh, great another day I wake up. I thought.

I better get dressed before my mother get mad.

Hmmm what to wear what to wear.

I guess I'll just wear my Plain grey  T-shirt, skinny jeans, and my mismatched socks. Purple and black if your wondering. I grab my phone off of the charger, I put in my ear phones and I shove it into my pocket. I take out my black and red suspenders and hang them instead of wearing them up. I grab my black leather jacket and my beanie and I put em on.

"Allison! Get up and get your lazy ass down or your going to be late! So help me God if your late you-!" My mom says.

"I'm up mother! I just need to feed Lord Farquad." I yell .

"Lord Farquad is spoiled and fat already, he does not need anymore food." I hear her yell.

"He is not." I scream.

Lord Farquad is not a human. In fact he is a black dwarf hamster. A very spoiled one I might add. I'm pretty sure I'm just living vicariously as a hamster through him.

I got him 3 months ago the day I watched Shrek for the first with Peter. We decided to go to the Town Shopping Plaza and there happened to be a pet store located in the center. I for one am a very big animal lover while Peter just puts up with them for me. I dragged Peter in to the small pet shop me.

That's when I saw Lord Farquad in a glass hamster tank on top of the hamster house with his black fur and little tuff of yellow between his ears that made him look like he was wearing a crown. Needless to say, he was the tiniest dwarf hamster in the container. Yet it looked as if they (all the other dwarf hamsters) were all bowing to him from the ground.

That's when I made a joke to Peter about getting him and naming him "Lord Farquad". Peter bought him for me. I got a free hamster.

But Lord Farquad is not cheap. I spend more on him then I do myself. I work as a bagger at target on weekdays from 3:30 p.m-9:30 p.m and as a waitress on Saturdays at the local diner since my mom refuses to pay for anything for me.