I wrote this snippet a couple years ago and never looked at it again. :P But as I was rereading it randomly today, I thought: Hey, this is pretty good!
So here it is ... posted and everything. I'm not sure where I was headed plotwise but it's a nice beginning ... at least I think so. Tell me what YOU think. Write a review. :D
Beep, beep, beep. There goes my alarm. It was too early. I groaned but peeked over at the digital clock anyway. 6:30 AM. Okay, so it was on time.
Whatever—I rolled over and pulled the sheets up over my head. My efforts to fall back asleep were to no avail because I was already awake.
An agenda for the day was ticking off in my head as if Cindy was reading them aloud.
Cindy is my personal assistant. She was actually a gift my parents paid for when I started my junior year of high school. No, she's not a slave or an adopted sister; she gets a paycheck biweekly. So that means between the hours of eight and six, Cindy belongs to me. The girl dotes on me hand and foot.
Yeah, she comes in handy.
But it was only six thirty so Cindy was not listing this morning's activities. The wheels in my mind were turning and a singular word scrolled across my brain as if it were an electric sign. THEATER. THEATER. THEATER.
But then I thought of another important word: LATE. Within seconds, I was out of bed and running down the hall.
After a quick shower, I went through a rushed version of my morning rituals. Dry my hair, throw it in a ponytail. Brush teeth and between spits, scour my closet for an appropriate outfit.