A Day Of Choices Short Story

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 thought it was going to be harder to drag myself out of bed but I wasn’t as tired as I had been expecting. Despite being semi-awake, I didn’t enjoy leaving the comfort of my bed to go run. I think Celaena and I both agree this is the hardest part of waking up at the crack of dawn. I threw on my running shoes, had a glass of water, grabbed my key and slipped out the door.

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.

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

He looked over at his clock on the bedside table, it was 6:15 AM it was beeping. John had to be at work in 15 minutes and he just woke up! He cursed and flung off the covers, and showered quickly and decided he would grab something later.

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,

Jolting upright in bed I searched for the button to turn off this annoying alarm. Not being able to find it I yanked the plug from the wall finally ending the loud shrieking noise. I lay back down and pulled my bright blue covers over my head. The brightness of the sun lightly shone through the comforter, warming the places where there wasn't a shadow. Ughh!! It's Saturday and I have nowhere to go to get away. Scrunching up my face I thought hard about what I could do.

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,

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.

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

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 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.

“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.