The Kellogg 's Factory Makes Pop Tarts

“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.

That morning started like any other morning, with my sleep being broken by RRRRRRRRRing, RRRRRRRRRing, RRRRRRRRRing. Unconsciously I reached over and flipped the switch on the top of the alarm to the opposite position, thereby turning off the infernal ringing. The alarm was not a clock radio,

I wake up to the alarm clock blaring loudly in my ear. Next, I rise slowly

I carefully crawled around the building to the back door. No one went through the back door, it was mostly to easily transport garbage into the dumpster. It stank, but I ignored the foul smell as I look around, inside the building. I was in between two janitor closets, sandwiched in a tiny hallway. I immediately recognized it, the fine arts wing. I jogged lightly on my feet, my feet loudly clicking against the floor. What, no one said I was a stealth ninja. The main office was pretty close, but I had no idea where the cameras actually were. I scrambled through the empty halls,shoving doors

Hell, If I could, I would have turned right around. But I couldn’t. There was still something blocking my free will. It wanted me to go inside one of the buildings. Seconds later I feel the same force dragging me towards the A lettered building. 4 windows covered with dust shadow the view from the inside. I can barely make out the structures inside. Obviously everything was abandoned, so the sound of nothingness, not even the wind, was very eery. I arrived to the front entrance. You could clearly see how old everything was. The brick and concrete were beginning to crumble, chunks of rock falling from the building's sides. A large rusty chain was keeping the twin metal doors locked with a simple padlock on them. The rust seemed as though it was severe. A simple pull and the whole thing came apart with the lock on the ground. “How long has this been here?”, i question. Rust shouldn’t have weakened the metal that much. My legs alert me once more and I continue forward march. Through the twin doors, I was in what looked like an old, burned office. There was a receptionists desk in front of me charred black, filing cabinets all around were also charred. Everything in there was burnt to a crisp. There was no smell in there, so this was not recent. I continued up to some metal stairs which made some uneasy noises. Once up there was only one place to go, a conference room of sorts. Charred tables and chairs, but my legs keep me moving. They take me

Seven o' clock strikes on my alarm clock, causing it to ring its silver bells, rudely jolting

There was more than a touch of unpleasantness contained within that safe. Across the room, however, was my real arsenal: a two-tiered bookcase made of pressed particleboard that I'd picked up at a garage sale for five dollars. Crammed in it and disguised by a simple holographic misrepresentation which caused the volumes on the shelves to appear as a complete run of the Ace Science Fiction Specials from the 1960s, was in fact such a collection of ancient tomes of mind- blasting lore as to give the cognoscenti of such things many sleepless nights: The Book of Eibon, Cultes des Goules, De Vermis Mysteriis, The Eltdown Shards, The People of the Monolith, The Pnakotic Manuscripts, the Seven Cryptical Books of Hsan, Unaussprechlichen Kulten, and the dreaded Al-azif itself, know also as the Necronomicon. Should the Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse show up, even wearing Armani and Kevlar while driving SUVs and brandishing Russian assault rifles, I was ready for them. While finishing the assemblage of the gun, I glanced up long enough to make sure that whoever had entered a little less than four minutes ago wasn't, say, a Mi-Go intent on booking me for a missing-persons case--with me as the star. I'd registered earlier the sound of my client--or so I hoped-- standing and moving desultorily about the outer office. There being no indication of impatience in the light steps, I merely raised my gaze, intending nothing more than a cursory glance and a word or two of reassurance before completing my work. Instead I stared, motionless, like a hare transfixed by the glittering gaze of a

Rodney groaned as he was woken much, much earlier than any sane person should be getting out of bed. His mild annoyance increased in severity when he remembered today was the designated Sunday. He rolled over to identify the what in God’s name caused him to wake up while the 24-hour clock still had a ‘0’ in front.

“We need to clear this place of anyone or anything that can harm us, and when it’s been cleared out, then I’ll open the armory. Are we all clear?” Jim explains. All of us nod our heads in agreement. Jim gets beside the door and holds the handle. Then mouths “Three, Two, One!” We burst through the door and proceed to split off into different directions to clear the station. I head for some offices where it look like paperwork was handled. The room appeared empty but I wasn’t taking any chances. I looked under desks, behind cabinets and everywhere else in between. Once I clear the room I report back to Jim.

It was 6:00 in the morning on a Saturday. I wondered, “Why do we have to wake up so early?” Then I remembered.

A loud blaring cut through my sleep. Alarm...Ugh. Reaching over, I felt for the button and repeatedly pressed snooze until it reached 30 minutes. Today is monday. It was October. I craned my head to look at the calendar on the back of my door. Groaning I fell off the bed and landed on my knees. “Owww...Geez.” I flattened my wavy green hair and tried to look at the calendar again. Glasses..Where.. I scratched my arm and reached under the thing I called a bed, then felt around until, Boom! Glasses! Smiling to myself, I adjusted them onto my face and tried the calendar once more.

The heavy clear doors slammed open one by one; big bright lights pierced my eyes above with little images of ceiling tile surrounding me that I could barely make out. People in navy blue uniforms huddled around me appearing to be in a hurry somewhere based on they’re bright red faces and the drops of sweat that were slowly dripping and collecting down they’re flushed faces, that eventually fell and exploded on my cold skin. All the commotion around me came to an abrupt halt. Now I was starring at the ceiling once again that now portrayed a blurring metal reflection of my broken and beaten down body that was bound to keep destructing and destroying. I could vaguely hear footsteps that seemed to be in the distance, but became louder and clearer with each step closer towards me. A sudden mask like object appeared directly over my face slowly easing its way down to grasp onto my pale face. Darkness now was the only thing left in sight and would stay this way for hours.

The alarm is blaring in the ears of the person who is trying to wake up. They flip over, and cover their ears with a pillow, the loud alarm still blaring. They finally decide to get up. They look at the alarm clock. 7:45?! Oh no! They were supposed to be awake at 6:30 for early morning that started a while ago! They quickly get changed, brush their teeth, and grab their bag, and run out the door. They slowly push through the crowded hallway, rubbing her eyes from tiredness. Sitting in math class, they slowly start to drift off. The bell rings. They jolt up and they look around and see everyone packing up. They missed the entire lesson because of how tired they are. Why are they so tired? Then it hits them. They didn’t fall asleep until 12:00 am! This is because of all the homework that they got the night before. This is what happens to kids who have too much homework and tests. If they are up late studying and completing homework, the level of energy for the next day will be really

I sit up on my bed, yawning and stretching as I look at my beeping alarm clock. As I switch it off, I look at the time; the clock says it’s 6:34. Cool. I start walking out of my room and towards the kitchen when I realize I had thirty minutes to get ready for school. Meh, plenty of time.

The night passed uneventfully as did the morning. After all, when was the last time something of any importance happened between 12:00 and 7:00am on a normal day? Danny awoke at 7:01 and 22.47 seconds AM to the sound of his alarm. He reached for the snooze button but, lo and behold, it disappeared in the night. This startling realization lifted Danny from his haze of the morning fuzzies. He understood then that his alarm had