Beep: a short sound, as from a horn or an electronic device that signals or warns
BEEP! BEEP! BEEP! BEEP! BE- CRUNCH!
The satisfying sound of the alarm clock hitting the wall made me grin lazily. The damn thing always had to wake me up right when I was getting comfortable.
Suddenly an extra weight was added to the bed and something wet and warm covered the right side of my face.
"Chip!" I groan, rolling over to face him. His head was on his paws as he stared at me. He barked. Now I was really awake. He continued to cover me in slobber until I pet him.
Then I remembered the day. Moving day. New York. Aunt Abby. I look at the normal clock, the one that doesn't make the hideous noise, and it reads 7:47am. Ughhhhh. 42 minutes to get my stuff together.
I wasn't taking much with me to New York. There wasn't much to take. I never kept anything that didn't need keeping.
I shoved myself out of bed and into the bathroom taking a glance at myself in the mirror as I brushed my teeth after my hair. After my parents death my appearance had gotten, well, bad. My dirty blonde hair just hung to the middle of my back. I didn't even bother straightening it or putting it up. My dark blue eyes never stood out, but these days all I wore was mascara. No more, no less. I really didn't care about anything anymore.
Trudging back to my room I grab some semi dirty jeans from the floor and a blue T-shirt. Black converse went on my feet and with that I went downstairs to get some breakfast.
Rifling through the boxes above the fridge I come across my favorite. Cheerios. Simple and to the point. And boring. But tasty. I pour some into a bowl, add some milk and look at the oven clock. 8:22am. Great. I am going to have to be a speed eater.
Chip is currently sitting by my side with a full tummy, looking up at me. I put my hand down to pet him and he gives it a big sloppy kiss. I smile fondly at him and think, Well if I didn't have him, I don't know who I'd have; I don't have any friends.
A really annoying honk interrupts my thoughts. A canary yellow cab is sitting by the curb. Waiting.
Looking at the clock for what feels the millionth time today, it reads 8:27am. Damn cabbie. 3 minutes too early.
Not even bothering to finish my cereal, I dump it in the sink and walk to the front door. I grab my black hoodie off the coat rack slip it on pulling the hood on, and grab a leash off of the hook next to the door.
I whistle, "Here Chip! Chip!" He comes running and sits next to me obediently. I snap the leash onto his collar and grab my two suitcases and walk out the door with Chip, locking it behind me.
As soon as he sees the cab, Chip starts barking and pulling on the leash. I pull him back and shush him, remembering that it's still early and that people are still probably sleeping.
Approaching the cab I knock on the passenger side window. The driver irritably looks at me and rolls it down. He looks about my age.
"Well it took you long enough," he grumbles, looking me up and down and then at Chip. Chip growls at him. "And what exactly is that?" he exclaims.
"That is my dog, smart-ass," I say as I roll my eyes. "Now can you please open the trunk so we can be on our way?"
"Sure," he mutters. The trunk pops open and I walk around to end of the car and put my suitcases inside. Slamming the trunk shut, just to annoy the cabbie, I walk around to the door to the backseat. Opening it, Chip jumps in and the cabbie looks back and yells,
"NO! I do not want some muddy pawed MUTT inside my cab! I could lose my job you craz-" I cut him off.
"Look buddy. Want me to call my lawyer? He told me I could bring this dog. So this dog will come. Suck it up buttercup." I say as I get into the passenger seat.
He sighs. "Fine. Where to?"
Looking out the window at the house with so many memories being left behind I reply, "The airport."
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