DISCLAIMER! alright, Moose owns NOTHING. Edna and all related The Incredibles characters are copyrights Disney…Pixar…umm…Brad Bird. Ja.
Though owning Edna would be wicked sweet…but that isn't relevant.
Now people, this fic has NO point whatsoever! Except maybe amusing the simple minded, as in yours truly.
…and her lurved friend Shana, at that. Waves to Shana
…Is everybody seated?
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BRRRRIIIING!
Edna woke to the mind-wrecking sound of the alarm clock, and groaned.
She sat up in her king sized, specialy designed bed, and reached a searching hand to the small wooden stool to her left.
Edna couldn't find her glasses, but she DID slam her hand on the small lampshade that stood there.
"Ugh! Darn that stupid lamp…" she hissed, rubbing the sore back of her hand.
She hated that lamp with a passion. It was so…out of fashion. So old. So darn ugly!
It was just another gift she got from an old client, she couldn't remember who, exactly…
Superman, was it? He never had a sense of style, she recalled.
And even though she could afford almost anything she wanted, our petite heroine was not one to throw away freebies.
She turned to the other side where another stool stood, and found her glasses. She snatched them and gazed at the alarm clock.
5:30…
Edna angrily slammed down the snooze button, mumbling something about 'these stupid alarm clocks going off too early', placed her glasses back on the stool and went back to sleep.
3 hours had gone by, but the annoying ringing was not yet heard.
Edna finally woke up, baffled at the fact that her alarm clock didn't go off yet.
"I must've slept for an hour…" she told herself, reaching yet again for her glasses.
She looked at her clock and her eyes widened.
How could this have happened! The clock worked fine this morning! No…wait. It went off too early.
"DEAR GOD I'M LATE!"
she jumped out of bed, picked up her casual black outfit which was laying on a chair, waiting since last night where she put it, and ran to the shower, semi-screaming "Stupid alarm clock" repetitively on her way.
Stupid alarm clock indeed! It's been less then 2 weeks since she last had it fixed.
Well, she'll need to either get a new one or get this one fixed again, after she toggles up an excuse for being late to another one of those dreadful meetings where she would be forced to come up with new outfits for those snoby, skinny super-models.
Matter of fact, she really didn't care for the models nor the meetings, but that was her job.
Everyone on those agencies, who usually has her over at least once a month, was counting on her to design more brilliant and gorgeous outfits the way only she could.
She was the famous Edna Mode! After all, she used to design for gods.