Get A LifeA Story by YoungAuthorI wake up to see my room is still dark; I turn to my right side to see my alarm clock read 3:00 a.m. I woke up early again, for the fourth time this week. I got myself out of bed, and went to the kitchen. I got a bowl, some milk, and corn flakes. I pulled out the silver ware drawer, and mumbled to myself, “Great, no spoons.” So, I grabbed a fork and struggled to eat my cereal. I looked for the TV remote, nowhere to be found, already signs of a bad boring day. Once I finished my cereal I quickly showered, letting the warm water hit my body. Then, grabbed some sweats, a clean tank top and some slippers; walked into the kitchen and grabbed my keys. I walked up to my car to see a brand new key mark all across the side of my 1990 Cadillac Deville. In big letters, it read “Get a life”. I sighed, rubbing my fingers across the big letters. I realized I needed a new car anyways, so I got in the car, and put the key in the ignition. I then saw the big green letters on the clock read 5:06 a.m. What was I thinking? No car dealership would be open this early. I proceed to turn my now screwed up car, off and try to catch some more sleep. I closed my eyes, opened them at 5:30. Closed my eyes again, opened them at 5:52. Closed my eyes for the third time, opened them at 6:15. This time, I sat there and continuously starred at the ceiling. I looked closely at the detail, trying to make out animals in the design. I had to stop after an hour, because my eyes were hurting from squinting. It was now 7:23; I decided to change my clothes, so I looked a little bit more suited to buy a car. Inside my closet was one jacket, two more pairs of sweat pants, five colored t-shirts that looked two sizes too big for me, one pair of Levi’s, and three socks on the ground. I grabbed my Levi’s and my gigantic green shirt. I slicked my hair in a pony tail, and hit the door. My engine roared as I turned the key. I fastened my seat belt and turned the radio on to drown out my thoughts; “Talk show, fantastic” But I had already pulled out of the drive way and just didn’t feel like looking down. I drove passed happy families, kids walking their dogs, and couples holding hands; all things that reminded me of my used to be “Happily Ever After” home. At the stop light I heard someone honk, I turned to my left to see a couple of guys motioning me to roll down my window. I rolled it down hurriedly and yelled, “What!” They all pointed and said, “Get a life!” while laughing hysterically. I sighed, and ran the red light. I turned to the nearest car dealership, Honda. Once there, I parked looking for the first car I liked; not caring about the price just wanting to feel freedom with the car I chose. I then saw the car I liked; I quickly grabbed a guy so I could claim my car. The man got me my papers, while I got his money. He then handed me my keys, I got in the driver’s seat of my used 2000 Green Honda Civic. I noticed the car was recently used, and was almost out of gas. So, I decided to find a close gas station to fill up my brand new baby. I pulled my car into a Chevron, grabbed my credit card and got out to fill up my car. I noticed the clock in my car was on, but yet the keys were out on the seat. The clock was frozen on 3:00, the time grabbed my attention, this had been the time I had been waking up at for the last four days. I opened the door to hear a fast clicking sound. I backed away from the car slowly, and decided to go inside Chevron to buy a bag of chips, thinking it was just my imagination. I got some Cheeto’s, and walked back gradually to my car. I was less than half way there, when, “BOOM!” My new car, busted out in flames. Without hesitation, I ran in the other direction and slipped my Cheeto’s in my pocket. I had no idea where to run, I just knew; that I was finally listening to someone’s advice, I was getting a life. © 2010 YoungAuthorAuthor's Note
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1 Review Added on April 28, 2010 Last Updated on May 27, 2010 AuthorYoungAuthorCAAboutI'm Jessica, a lost fifteen year old that's confused in high school. I find the only way to look for sanity is in words. I mostly write about my step-dad and confusion, it's how I set my mind free. .. more.. |

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