Beep, Beep, Beep.
*Yawns*
I looked at my alarm clock, which blink red numbers reading 7:01 am.
"Oh sniker doodle, I was late"
I jumped out of my bed instantly regretting my decision, and I fell backwards on my bed.
My head felt as if a hurricane itself was brewing in my skull creating so much pain I could barely call out to my mom.
A few moments later....
My mom giggled as she took my temperature.
"What's so funny" I said shockingly.
My mom giggle to herself before replying happily.
"You have a horrible fever".
I froze in disbelief as I rubbed my left temple.
" You came home later than usually "
"Oh... Mom. I.. I'm"
"Shh... I'm glad"
I once again froze but this time in dismay.
My mom giggle once more before leaving my room.
I turned over once the door closed shut, towards my bedroom window as I reached for my diary.
"Aaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhh!"
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Angel with a shotgun (Discontinued)
FantasyDear dairy what is he hiding and why? I want to know no I need to know but again why? Ugh I seriously should stop asking questions I can't answer.-Elizabeth January 2nd 2016 This story is inspired by the song angel with a shotgun by the cab. I highl...
