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Chapter One: Alarm Clock
I woke one Friday morning to my alarm clock that I must have forgotten to turn off the day before. “Ugh . . . What the? Oh my god! Are you kidding me?” I reached over and knocked the alarm clock off the night stand onto the floor with a crack. The alarm slowed then started up again, “God! You piece of junk!” I jumped out of bed picked up the clock tossed it in the air a few times then I chucked it at my wall. Loud cracks, and smashes, came from the other side of the room, the alarm stopped all together. I looked over at my wall. There was a dent; big enough to fit a mans face in, along with black and silver paint marks -from the clock- in side it. I walked over to the crumpled clock. The slivers, wires and pieces started to make their own way to the trash-can, by my desk, “There goes another one . . . A’well.” I walked to my big black cupboard/closet; I opened it, sitting there were three more alarm clocks, “Wow. I’ve gone through sixty-five clocks already? Hmmm . . .” I reached in and grabbed one leaving two left. I pressed one of the buttons on the back and set it on the night stand next to my bed. I started to walk away, maybe go get some breakfast. I got to my door when the loudest noise came from behind me. I turned quickly, and in a madder of seconds my fist came up to hit my night stand. Hard. Sending my fist all the way through the table snapping it in half, which sent the clock flying through the air. I spun around with one hand open that caught the clock just before it crashed to the floor. “Phew.” I let out the breath I had been holding in, then started to climb back into my bed muttering how my dad better understand, and tried to fall asleep again.
To Be Continued In Chapter Two: BLACK IS THE NEW PINK.
