I woke up to the sound of my annoying alarm. I groaned. That thing wakes you right up, I swear.
I pressed my hand on the button but it didn’t work. I pressed it again but it didn’t work. I bashed my fist in it, rage waking me up. The thing still wouldn’t shut up.
I sat up and unplugged it from the wall. I had the base of the clock in my hands and the cord dragged behind me. I was wearing an evil smile on my face. I stopped in my kitchen.
My dad looked at me then saw the clock. Well actually he heard the clock first.
“Violet what the fug”
I cut him off.
“Good morning sir, how did you sleep? I was sleeping wonderfully and then this infernal noise woke me up. In fact it was buzzing at an ungodly hour and I did not appreciate it at all, so I am going to eat it for breakfast because I am fat like that.”
I was saying my words louder than usual because the alarm was signaling out my voice.
My dad just gave me a funny look. I smirked and started humming the car song. I grabbed a pot big enough to fit a small annoying alarm clock in and dumped it in water, letting it fill up. When it was done I turned on the fire.
“Boil baby,” I said, setting the pan in the fire and plunking the alarm clock in.
“Violet what did it do to you?” my dad asked, giving me a weird face as he looked at the pan.
“It broke my heart, dad it cheated on me. It woke up Bob to,” I clarified, grabbing salt so it would simmer faster.
I sprinkled some salt in and waited. Five minutes later it was boiling. I smiled, watching little electric currents circulate around the bowl. But I wasn’t done with the torture. I left the kitchen and got a towel then made my way back to the kitchen. Some pieces of the clock were broken, but I wanted it to be permanently broken, because it had hurt me.
I dried it off and re started the fire, setting it full on in the flames. I watched as it started melting. I smirked and whipped my hands, turning the fire off. I waited until the melted parts was frozen so I could move it, which wasn’t long because I got a hair dryer and well let’s just say I speed up the process pretty fast.
I carried it back to my room and put it back where its original spot was. It looked a lot better. I turned it on and the horrible noise was terminated.
“Violet stop messing around with the clock and get in the shower now,” my dad barked at me.
I sighed and followed his orders, going down the hall and grabbing a towel on the way.
I stepped into the bathroom and threw my towel on the sink and stripped. I turned the faucet and felt the water go through my hand. I actually got it perfect this time so I stepped inside. As soon as the water beat down my back I relaxed. Showers really help calm me
After I shampooed and conditioned I shaved and turned the water off. I regretted it instantly. My house was cold. Well I was wet but still my house was cold in the mornings!
I wrapped myself in the fluffy blue towel and wiggled my toes in the white carpet. It was new, so it was still really soft. I picked up my old clothes and walked back to my room.
I hate mornings. I wish we had school at night. I would actually have fun at night school. I will talk to Mrs. Lingoes about that.
I threw my clothes down and picked out my outfit for the day. It was the same thing I had been wearing all year, and boy did I hate it. Those ugly things took up a lot of closet space, and I got rid of some of them, kind of like I did with my clock. Only they arnt being displayed in my room, they are being displayed in the principal’s office.
That was a productive day.
I sighed as I slipped into my plaid greed skirt.
I would have to see him today. And we would have to work together in drama.
“Calm down Violet. Maybe he switched schools or something,” I said, talking myself into the idea that he moved.
Maybe he did. You never know, it could happen. But with my luck it probably wasn’t going to.
I walked out of my room and went into the kitchen, my hair dripping all over the chair I had plopped on.
I looked at the clock above me and sighed. I was going to be late to school if I kept taking little rests in between everything I did.
I got up and grabbed a bowl, pouring tricks into it. Then I grabbed some lucky charms and picked out a hand full of marshmallows and plunked them in the bowl. I opened the drawer and grabbed a spoon, then went over to the refrigerator and poured some milk.
Don’t judge me, I love mixing foods, because it adds wonderful flavor.
I chewed my food fast, shoveling in spoonful after spoonful. I hate the feeling of you’re going to be late to school. I really do.
Once I was done I slurped the flavored milk out of the bowl and set the bowl and spoon in my sink.
“Dad I’m leaving, love you bye!” I yelled down the hall as I grabbed my bag and headed towards the door. I felt my pocket and screamed.
“Violet what’s wrong?” he yelled, running down the hall.
“I-I almost forgot my phone!” I said with a cereal face on, running to my bedroom and grabbing my phone.
He looked at me and frowned, then opened the door.
I waved goodbye and sprinted to school, because if I didn’t I was going to be late.
But in a way I wanted to, because school meant people. And people meant Tyler Stone. And Tyler Stone meant danger. Hot danger that I wanted a part of but at the same time fought to stay away from.
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Young Rebels ~*~
HumorSome people are born shy. Some people are born to lead. And some are born to rebel. Some lose their way from the good inside of them, and go to the dark side of them for comfort. This is my story, of how I lost my way. But the question is, will I fi...