Ruby

~Chapter One~ Alarm Clock

Chapter 1

Alarm Clock

     The alarm clock went off and the beeping was ringing in my ears. The sound continued on and on as I grew more and more agitated. I was hoping that it would turn off itself, but that didn't happen. It never will, so I then attempted to just ignore it, but that also didn't work. The sound was so irritating that I had no way to avoid it, not even if I stuffed my head under my pillow, which I was already doing.

While trying to find the snooze button while staying under the sheets, I groaned as I felt around; trying to find the position of the clock, but only ended in failure. I couldn't find it. I couldn't even find my desk which was where the clock was rested on as it played with my nerves. The thing wouldn't stop! It kept beeping and beeping. I was about to start beeping at the clock when I finally found it. Feeling around with my fingers, I hoped that I would find the snooze button eventually. The clock was an odd clock and had multiple buttons all for different actions. I kept pushing the wrong one. My head was still under my pillow while I continued wishing the sound would stop, --

but of course, my wish didn't come true.

"That's it!" I cried and threw my sheets off while my pillow slipped off my head. I picked up the clock with much ferocity, and threw it against the wall!

Well... at least I tried to. It only made like 3 feet away from my bed. I slouched and groaned again.

"Why do I even have such a horrible object?" I asked my self, but I was satisfied that my action had turned off my clock's alarm.

I then touched my red hair. It felt frizzy and was all in big knots. I sighed for I knew today that I would have some difficult brushing my hair. "That is, if I did brush my hair." I said to myself. "Which I probably should."

My dog, Chip, then walked through the open door and into my room with a confused look on his face. His wet pink tongue was hanging from his mouth. I assumed he just chased his tail which he'd do often.

"Come here boy." I said softly while patting my my lap which gestured to him to come up on the bed with me. He happily trotted over to my bed and hopped onto it t0 sit next to me. I stroked his back as his head rested on my blanket, which was blue, like the rest of my sheets on my bed. My pillows were white with a small pink heart in the corner of each. My blanket too had a pink heart sewn into it on the corner.

Chip is a small Boston Terrier. He's black with a white face and tummy, just like most Boston Terriers. His ears were pointed up straight and his nose is close to his face just like a Pug's. Also, he doesn't have a tail. His front legs were white while the back were black, and he's short. Only about 15 inches to the shoulder. He may not be the prettiest dog, but I still think he's adorable.

Of course, I was still in my pajamas which were only a navy blue t-shirt with grey sweat pants. I wanted to go back to sleep, except for I was already wide awake because of the alarm clock, so, slowly, I got out of bed to eat breakfast.

Even though I was wide awake, my feet had fallen asleep. They felt tingly like a bunch of tiny ants were crawling on them. I hated that feeling. I sat back down and rubbed my feet while they started to wake up. I slept with pink fuzzy socks on every night to keep my toes warm. Chip got up and smelled my toes as I did so. I never understood why dogs smelled such odd items, including feet.

Once my feet didn't feel funny anymore, I got back up and trekked to the bathroom while Chip followed me. I looked up at my red and wild hair in the mirror and sighed with disappointment. I didn't want to brush my hair, but I hated the feeling of having it frizzy, as much as I hate having tingly feet.re