Wormhole of time paradox

I woke up and hit the alarm clock, but there was no reason to because it wasn't ringing.

It took me half a minute to adjust my eyes to the blazing light and then when it finally focused I realized the alarm clock said 3:20 p.m.

It was 10 minutes till the end of school!

I lethargically shifted my legs off the bed, tugged the blanket off and stretched my arms while yawning and then I hit Enter on my computer.

I closed my eyes but could see bright spots past my eyelids where ever the Artificial Robotic Multitasker or A.R.M for short was. I heard a high pitched shriek that was custom to my ears and I opened my eyes. I had taken a shower, brushed my teeth, had breakfast and changed clothes. Plaid with blue, I had to teach that A.R.M about fashion. I checked my email and everyone in my class was freaking out, asking where I was and then my mom called me.

"I've been calling you over 300 times, which is my calling limit!" My mother shrieked" So now I'm at the mobile shop to change my prescription to unl-" I couldn't see anything, I couldn't hear anything, I couldn't feel, taste or sense anything.

Then it stopped and I checked the alarm clock: 8:20 a.m. I lifted my finger off the Time Travel button and headed to the bus stop.