Morning on a Saturday

I roll over onto my side turning off my alarm looking at the time 6:15. I stare at my phone for a moment then set it back down curling into a ball under the covers. I'm not getting up I refuse to go to school, and

Have you ever just wanted to throw your alarm clock out the window? Well if you have,

I walked the few meters to her room and knocked. I heard her groan as a sign of giving me entrance.

It was five A.M. when the alarm on my phone went off. The sound of birds and waves in the morning is supposed to be a calming effect, but really it just pissed me off knowing that it was this early that I actually had to be awake. My anger grew considering that I had to get up to see a doctor that would inevitably draw my blood—which is the one thing you could do to me that would cause me to lose my mind in the short minutes of anticipation that a needle would be plunging through my skin.

"Hurry and get in the car, I want to get there as soon as possible!" I heard my mother shout.

After a deep sleep, my phone was crowded with alarm notifications. However, I did not wake up until my mother came to me. Ugh, it was really awful to leave my warm bed and go to sit on a rough chair. I opened the cottage window to take a fresh breath. The chirping of birds infiltrated to my ears, and their tweets gave me an optimist energy to start my day.

On Saturday January 31st 2015, it was very cold and rainy. We were having a birthday party for my daughter Azlynn. My grandma, Ida. Was able to visit from the nursing home. She had a stroke and it caused her to be paralyzed on the life side of her body. So she couldn’t care for herself like she use to.

“The thoughts of the morning becomes the blessing for the day.” Lailah Akita said. After a deep sleep, my phone was crowded with alarm notifications. However, I did not wake up until my mother came to me. Ugh, it was awful to leave my warm bed and go to sit on a rough chair. I opened the cottage window to take a fresh breath. The chirping of birds infiltrated to my ears, and their tweets gave me an optimist energy to start my day.

Scottish inventor Robert Anderson invents the first crude electric carriage powered by non-rechargeable primary cells.

“Police, open the door!” A threatening demand followed by three sharp, horrible booms on the shaky green door to our three bedroom duplex.

I wake up to the sound of birds chirping and the rustling of my curtain as the wind from my open window blows it around. Lina is still asleep on the couch just snoring away. I quietly laugh to myself as I get up to go brush my teeth. The TV is still on and blaring. Good thing Lina is a heavy sleeper! I reach between the couch cushions to find the remote, careful to not

I look at her with a puzzled look and say, “What are you talking about mom? Why didn’t you tell me sooner? Am I in danger?”

“Вставай уже, больше не надо спать. Идти выбирать ягоды.” My mom’s voice bellowed through that house. Our morning wakeup call which roughly translated to, “Get up already, that’s enough sleeping. Get ready and go pick berries.” I turned to look at my clock, wondering why I was listening to her rude awakening instead of my alarm clock. 5:23 am. Seven minutes before my alarm was supposed to have gone off. Before doing anything I laid in bed contemplating on how much trouble I would get in if I would just go back to sleep. “You guys complain about having no money, get up and go make some”, she ranted on and on. It had been a daily thing for a couple weeks now. I effortlessly learned to turn her out.

Well, to tell the truth, I am the one who does the banging of the door most of the time.

I wake up every day before sunrise. All men are required to hunt for food, we start as early as twelve years old, I have been doing this for six years now. Trust me when I tell you the only way to get out of it is if you 're on the brink of death. The women can either work at what 's left of the factories during the day making hunting and farming equipment, or teach classes to girls and boys about what is and isn 't safe in the forest. Hunting is finished at sundown then we head over to the factories for a proper shutdown. Hunting is the utmost importance, without the woods and rivers my family and the townspeople will die.