Finding Out that She is Half Witch and Half Fairy

I heard the faint high pitched beeping of my alarm clock as I opened my sleep covered eyes. I attempted to roll out from under my covers but immediately retreated as I felt the chilly spring air touch my skin. While I was mustering up the motivation to get out of bed, I glanced at my alarm clock. “11:00 AM” it read in boxy, glowing numbers. Had I really slept in that long? I finally rose from my bed, traveling down the stairs to make myself some breakfast. “Hi, girl!” I greeted my dog where she was waiting for me at the bottom of the stairs. I smiled to myself as I turned on some music, opened the fridge to retrieve some eggs, and turned on the stove. It felt like a fine Saturday morning until I remembered that I had a lacrosse game later

Turning on the tv she was surprised to see on the news that an avenged murderer was on the loose. The lady on the news said it's best if people secure all windows and doors as a safety hazard. With the dog by her side, the young girl locked the front and back doors. She went from window to window and locked each of them one by one. She kept reassuring herself that she would be fine with her trusty dog and that her parents would be home shortly anyways. So Lily had a pleasant, peaceful evening, and finally decided around eleven o'clock that it was time for her to go to bed.

The story dictates the life of a 30-year-old married woman who stayed awake for 17 days. The story began with describing her daily routine – waking up to make breakfast, sending her children to school, going grocery, coming back home to prepare lunch and then dinner, and finally going to sleep. This cycle keeps repeating over and over day after day. It was until one day that she finds real exhilaration in living in a world without rest, a world where she can so whatever she wants out of her life. In that world, she doesn’t need to succumb to the everydayness.

One cold and crisp Tuesday morning, Tommy wakes up at 6 o’clock to the sound of his alarm blaring. Papers scattered throughout his room, his laptop on his bedside table and his textbooks thrown all over the soft carpeting, Tommy’s room looks like an utter mess. He sits up, smacks the alarm clock to stop its harsh noise, and sighs loudly before hopping in the shower. After getting four hours of sleep, he would rather just go back to bed before going to school for the next eight hours.

“For the next two days, Audrey lay in bed, trying to catch up on her sleep and stressing over taking sick days for the first time in her two and a half years of highschool.” (177)

Genevieve jumped up from the table and ran up the stairs screaming back down “Why should I have to look at her past; I don’t even know mine”

"Are you okay?" my only friend, Leah, asks as she comes walking towards me. "How do you feel?"

She sunk back into the couch. “It's not all of a sudden.” she said quietly.

Lauren, on the other hand, was more of a night owl. She waited until the littler girls were done in the bathroom before quickly brushing her teeth and slipping into her pajamas. She retrieved her cell phone charger from her backpack and pulled her laptop out the drawer next to the bed. The beds were large and cozy so she didn’t mind much having to share one with her mom. She lifted the covers and slid herself in before opening the laptop and connecting her

"Look, I just want you to shut up and let me focus on the situation we are currently having," Katie mumbles as she approaches the impact doors that leads to a weird-looking

“Maggie. Maggie! Wake up!” I shook my sister gently on the shoulder. “There’s something I need you to do! Are you awake? Maggie...Maggie! Please wake up!” All efforts at rousing my older sister were in vain, for she stubbornly kept her eyes closed. Maggie has always been stubborn as a mule. She always stayed in her own sweltering hot room instead of sharing my own air conditioned room, even in the summer. One of her many charms I suppose. It was early in the morning, just past midnight. The sky was still dark even with the moon’s light. Directly under her bed, thick comforters lay abandoned on the floor along with several empty water bottles. My sister snoozes peacefully in the midst of this mess,

"It's OK, really it is. I have sustained worse injuries before." I say smiling at her. She looks at me and a smile slowly appears on her face.

In the middle of the night, Alex was in the middle of finishing his paper for a school assignment with already five empty cans of Red Bull. Alex couldn’t think straight knowing that it was due the next day. Exhausted, Alex decides to take a thirty minute nap. What harm would a thirty minute nap do to me?, thought Alex. He went to bed, set the alarm, and fell asleep. Ten minutes seem to pass when Alex wakes up, but something didn’t seem right. He couldn’t seem to move or speak. How odd, Alex thought. Moments passed before he realized that his eyes weren’t even open. Yet, he was aware of all of his surroundings. Is this a dream?, Alex thought to himself. Moments passed when Alex didn’t seem to know what to do but to just look at his room, until

“Talia, wake up! It’s time to get on the road!” I hear Mom say. “I don’t want to go, just leave me behind!” I say when I’m half asleep. Then it hits me, tonight we will be out in the open, sleeping under just a thin piece of fabric, where there are bugs, and who knows what different kinds of animals lurk out there. While I sit in the car, I think about the worst possible things that could happen to us. “A bear could come into our tent!” I think to myself. Oh, what a night it’ll

“Mr. Anderson, wake up.” As the counselor called his name, Lewis Anderson awoke from the nap he’d taken on that cold, hard chair amongst his AA group. “If you’re going to sleep,” said his counselor, Mrs. Nancy Montgomery “then you need to do it at home. This isn’t daycare, this is healthcare.” “I’m sorry,” Lewis replied. “I just haven’t been sleeping well.” Montgomery turned around and walked to her desk in the corner of the room. “Well maybe you should take the advice we give you here. Maybe you’d sleep better.” she said. “Yeah.” replied Anderson. He stood up from the chair, grabbed his cellphone and clipboard, and proceeded to walk out of the healthcare office to go home. It was about 8:30 p.m., and he was tired.