Literature
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~Just a small town girl, living in a lonely world~
I. Hate. You.
Ok, so it's not the nicest thought one could have first thing in the morning, but it fit my sentiments toward my alarm clock perfectly.
I rolled over and peered at my demonic clock through half-closed eyes. Five-thirty, it read in beaming green letters. I tried hitting snooze in a desperate attempt to stop the noise, and only succeeded in knocking the clock off the bedside table. The sound of the machine crashing to the ground startled me awake, and I groaned, knowing my time in bed was finished.
I crawled out of bed and threw on some work clothes. Good, sturdy jeans and a p