A Day Of Choices Short Story

“BEEP! BEEP! BEEP!”, I slammed the snooze bar for the final time in a sleep-deprived fit of rage. “5:45” The red numbers illuminated the dark bedroom and I am hit with the depressing realization that the first day of school has begun. Staying in bed any later would award me with a traffic jam and tardy slip, so I dash out the door.

She groaned in frustration, it was nearing three in the morning and she still was not asleep. She had tried to close her eyes and drift off, but she ended up staring at the city lights in the distance.

Lennie looked down at the hay. "Says I can't tend no rabbits if I talk to you or anything."

I woke up on the very edge of my bed my blankets tossed on the floor and my head buried into a pillow. I groaned as I pushed myself off the bed picking up the blankets and laying them on the mattress. I stretched my arms and yawned as I walked over to my bathroom and twisting the knobs trying to find a perfect temperature.

It was a normal morning, still laying down in the warm embrace of my down comforter. I set my daily alarm to go off at 5:50 a.m., and after about 5 clicks of the snooze button, I muster up the courage to emerge from the sheets like a kodiak leaving hibernation.

I didn’t say a single word, I just turned on my heel and walked away. I knew my brother’s decision would tear our family apart, but I had no control over that. I did not want to tell my father of his own son’s betrayal, but I felt that I had no

I received little sleep that night, and morning came quickly. I had my usual morning coffee, ham, and eggs stacked neatly onto a buttery croissant. I certainly needed energy. I packed my car to capacity filling every corner and space I could find. I began an arduous,

“Wake up!” A familiar voice pierced the silent room as I jumped out of my bed, cold sweat running down my forehead. I looked towards my wooden bedroom door, which was being pounded by someone on the other side. It seemed like someone was trying to open it. In alarm, I got up and quickly made my way towards the door, immediately remembering that I had locked it last night. What a smart move, Juliet. I internally slapped myself as my eyes skimmed the room and landed on the keys on my nightstand.

Ashley slowly woke to the smell of hot cocoa. Firmly tucked in bed, she felt uncomfortable moving from her warm and safe position. After minutes of contemplation,

Mmmm, I groaned “5:50 is way too early for anyone to wake up” I thought as I rolled over to turn off my alarm clock. I blindly slapped it, trying to find the off button, and turning on the radio in the process.

“ Considering everything that has been happening in Storybrooke, wouldn't blame you.” As she knew that she would have done the same thing. As she knew that she would be trying to protect her family. So far she hasn't seen her wicked stepmother in town. Meaning that she wasn't here and Ashley could have her happy life.

The sound of my alarm clock screaming woke me up, much to my demise. I released a groan and rolled over in my bed, laying on my back and staring up at the plain white ceiling. I blinked a couple of times as clearing some of the sleep in my eyes and trying to grab some energy to move.

I woke one morning feeling as though something were amiss. I looked at my bedside clock; its chipper green digital glow was telling me I had 11 minutes to get my ass to work. I checked my alarm – it had gone off, but I'd obviously slept right through it. Though unusual for my character overall, sleeping late had started becoming something

“BEEP! BEEP! BEEP!” The shrill noise of the alarm clock jolts me awake, and I sit up groggily - to realize that it is not an alarm clock.

　　I groan loudly as I slap my palm on the off button and make my way out of the bed. I’m so tired that I feel like I’m about to fall out on my carpet at any moment now. The feeling makes me want to just jump back in my bed and sleep until noon, or maybe falling on my carpet does not seem too bad because it is soft and comfortable, but I just feel like there’s a reason I set that damn alarm. I mean, I wouldn’t do something stupid like that unless there was a good reason. I just can’t remember what it is.