It all starts with the annoying sound of my morning alarm clock...buzzzzzz, buzzzzzz, 7buzzzzzz, buzzzzzz. It is at that moment, I know it is time to get going- it’s time for school. I see the bright reflection of the sun, shinning vibrantly off of the egg shell colored garage through my sliding glass door causing my sensitive pupils to rapidly tighten. The pain! As I stand up, the only comfort I feel is the beige carpeting between my toes and padding my feet, as I groan my way to the echoing bathroom for my morning duties. As I search for the light switch in the bathroom, I feel the smooth wallpaper rubbing against my fingertips. Click... the soft glow of my bathroom light gently illuminates the otherwise dark section of my house. As I gently turn the left sink faucet, the running sink water is much unlike the soothing spinkles of a nearby waterfall. As I am waiting for the water to warm up, I pop the top off my orange can of shaving gel and apply the cold substance to my face. My three-bladed silver handled razor glides roughly over my newly whiskered face. With each stoke of the blade, I can feel the refreshing feeling (almost newly breathing) of newly exposed skin. It’s like a deep breath on a cold w
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“Hey Babe," my overly tired voice pushes out as my stomach tightens. The pop of the radio’s power button can be heard just before the classic rock begins to play. As I rinse the brown whiskers and blue gel down the drain, my phone rings causing my heart to pound harder. I soon afterward make my way to the front door, shuffling my feet on the hard foyer tiles. Other cars can be heard vrooming by as my neighbors speed off to work.
As I walk back to her room, I feel something touch my face and I jump- ‘another spider web’ I yell “c’mon Babe, we’re late. OOPS, as I taste my own saliva, I realize I forgot to brush my teeth this morning. I shut the door behind me with a slam to insure the door is completely shut.
My engine roars as I speed up to accelerate over the speed humps along her street. We then get in to the car and head out for school. I clear my throat, then mumble some curse words at the slow driver ahead of me. As I turn my back to walk from my front door, the smell of cow manure permeates the moist morning air.
Approximate Word count =
1350
Approximate Pages =
5 (250 words per page double spaced)
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