Summary Of ' It 's 6 A.m '

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

Emily awoke to someone quickly shaking her awake. She slowly opened her eyes until someone jolted her out of bed. She could easily tell by the strong grip it was her father. “Emily, wake up! The building’s on fire!” Before eight year old Emily could respond, her father grasped her in his arm’s and attempted to run outside, when a piece of the ceiling fell down in front of them. His wife screeched from the front door, her eyes wide with terror and tears raining down her face.

I woke with a start by the subtle squeaks of my sinking mattress. As I looked around in distress, I noticed a shadowy figure looming above my tiny twelve year old frame. Once my eyes adjusted to the dim lighting, I recognised the figure as my mother, and I set free the breath I hadn’t realized I had been holding. Our eyes briefly met and she promptly stood up and fled my bedroom. My mind reeled with the obscurity of the situation. I came to the conclusion that a glass of water would be just the thing to help me clear my head of the torrent of ideas of why she had been looming over

I'm so excited,” I lie again. When will the truth ever escape my lips? I walk to Rachel's house stunned. I hear the screaming even before I put my hand on the door handle. I bolt into the mansion, frantically looking for my wife. The screaming worsens, impairing my hearing, like knives being thrown at my head. The noise is coming from upstairs. In a panic, I sprint up to our room. As soon as a come to the doorway, a pungent odor hits my nose. A turn my head to the left. There, I see Rachel. Crumpled on the bathroom floor, like a used piece of paper. Blood covers the bathroom floor, looking like a red swamp. The blue tiles are masked by the sea of red. I walk over to her tentatively. I examine the bathroom. My eardrums feel as though they are about to burst. My eyes meet the toilet. There's something in it. The white basin is white no more. Something is floating in the toilet. I realize what it is. I reach for the phone as quick as lightning. I practically punch the buttons in the phone to call the doctor. “Doctor! Doctor! You need to come to our house right now! My wife is losing blood and my baby, my baby!” I scream into the phone. The doctor attempts to calm me down, but it is no use. He will come as soon as possible. Rachel looks beaten, all of the energy and power taken out of her. I dare to cross the bathroom floor to Rachel. My tennis shoes stick to the floor like glue. I tenderly touch her. I carry her to the bath to wash her off. The

You shoot up from your warm bed. You rub the sleep from your eyes and glance at the clock, which strikes 6:10. It seems as though your heart skips a beat. The cozy blankets try to keep you enthralled in their warm grasp as you jump from their reach. The bus to Buffalo leaves in twenty minutes and you should’ve woken up an hour ago. You frantically toss on your oversized sweatshirt and leggings and race to the kitchen, in hope that you have time to sneak a quick bite to eat. As you run in, you see that your mother has made you two slices of toast, crisp and crunchy, spread with a thick layer of creamy, melted butter. While running around the house, munching on the perfectly toasted bread, you quick grab your swimsuit and bag, which

I reach over to hit the snooze button on my alarm clock, for what feels like the 100th time tonight, however I’m completely awake now and realize it wasn’t the alarm, it’s my phone. My heart is pounding so hard, because I know it must an emergency, for someone to call me this late. I dialed the number back with my hands trembling, finally I hear this little muffled voice that I didn’t recognize at first then I realize its Jamie. She said, “Please come and get me, I need help” I asked her where she was but she couldn’t even tell me, then the phone went silent.

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.

“JAZMINE!” My mom screamed from her bathroom. I cracked open my eyes. I heard the shower water slowly turn on as my mother got ready for the day. The sun was shinning through my curtains. Why didn’t I shut them the night before? I looked over to my nightstand. My silent alarm clock read 7 o’clock am. She yelled again.

Aaliyah Holmes is a senior, and will be graduating with the Class of 2018. After graduation, she will attend Florida State University, to pursue a career in Obstetrics and Gynecology. With pride, Aaliyah shares that she will only be 16-years-old, when she accepts her high school diploma. When asked how she was able to complete her high school coursework at such a young age, she reveals that she attended summer school, and made sure that she passed all of her courses, in the first attempt (Failure was not an option). Aaliyah also joyfully shares that she has the support of her family, and that they expect greatness from her. She blocks out negativity in her life and maintains, “Tunnel Vision” in regards to her goals.

After a few more minutes of waiting Anna decided to get out of bed and walk down to the food court to see if her father was there. After getting out of bed, Anna found a note taped to her father’s chair that she hadn’t seen before scripted in scribbly letters saying Based on your actions he might come back don’t tell anyone about this and he will come back unharmed. Anna hurriedly found the bag of her clothes that her mother had delivered overnight and pulled on a hot pink mini skirt and a white long sleeve crop top. After getting dressed Anna opened her door and stepped outside, there was no one anywhere to be seen. She continued to walk down the hall and there was still no noise and no one in sight. She walked straight to the elevator and went down to the first floor where the food court should be, but there was no one there either, the hospital had been abandoned and she was sure that the songbook and the object that played her melody the night before were somehow behind it all. She ran back up to her room as carefully as she could trying not to hurt her arm, and once she arrived at the door she grabbed the music book off the desk beside of her bed, tried to flush it down the toilet, and stuffed her cell phone in her bag of clothes that her mom had bought. She was about to pick up her bag when she heard a new melody right outside of her door. La, La, La, La, La, La. La, La, La, La, La. La, La, La, La, La. La, La, La, La, La, La, La. She wanted to see what was making the noise so she carefully opened her door and peeked through the opened crack. There nothing was there! She grabbed her bag of clothes and ran down the steps as quickly as she could but then she heard a voice behind her, “Aaaaannnnnnnnnnnaaaaaaa!!!!” the voice moaned “Aaaaannnnnnnnnnnaaaaaaa it isn’t safe at your house!!!!” said the voice. She spun around and saw a scrawny old man

One night, thoroughly past her bedtime, Georgiana crept stealthily downstairs to sneak a bite of pie, even though her mother would never approve. She immediately realized a heavy drape of desolation. The only noise was her heart beating to the rapid rhythm of the twitching fan. Georgiana thought that no one would be awake at one in the morning. She slipped through the doorway into the kitchen. For an instant, her heart stopped. A dreadful sight stood in her way. An innocent and isolated individual lay with his hand grasping for life, but it was already over. Taking a step back, she

“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 was a very hot day in the middle of August, one that was so oppressively humid that the air felt like a blanket, which was why Lillie Everette, momentarily confused, awoke because she remembered kicking the sheets off her bed in the middle of the night. She yawned, then got dressed excitedly. She needed get ready for the Hide and Seek game that was starting soon. She had promised her friends that she wouldn’t sleep through this one like she had for the last game. She was about to run through her front door when she hears her parents talking.

She had taken up yoga and was still seeing her therapist. She met a man in her yoga class named John and started seeing him. John knew of Kay’s past and was always there for her if she ever had an anxiety attack. John made her feel human again. As time went on the two became engaged and married soon after. Kay gave birth to twin boys and named them George and Michael. As the young woman’s anxiety cleared the scars from war and the stress from the attacks was lifted from her. She also stayed in Little Creek and became the head nurse at Little Creek Family Practice. She grew old with the people she loved and the life she dreamed. Kay Griffin lived an adventurous, brave, thrilling, love-filled life. She had finally reached her dreams and always remembered to put others needs before her own. Even if that meant giving up her life to dedicate it to

Academically, Caitlin’s efforts represent a college bound student who consistently works to succeed. Her course load is typical of our college bound students. She is a diligent student, serious about her education and future. She holds a strong interest in the business field and has taken many of the business classes that the high school offers. Caitlin is an active