Beep. Beep. Beep.
Beep. Beep. Beep.
Beep. Beep. Beep.
Beep. Beep. Beep.
The annoying noise continued on for several minutes. Through many years of training, I had finally mastered blocking it out. Sadly, though, this proud feat was obsolete for one reason: my mother. Since my alarm clock no longer woke me up, my mother ended up doing it for me. She would bang open my door, spilling painfully blinding light onto my face and yell at me to get my lazy ass out of bed. While it was annoying, I was somewhat thankful for her because without her morning routine, I’d be late to school. Well… even more late.
I crawled out from my warm bed into the dreadfully cool air and scurried into the bathroom. I got into the warm, steamy shower, and enjoyed the warmth of it. While I stood under the running water, I finally started to wake up and think. And when I did, I groaned. Today was not going to be a fun and wonderful day. No, instead it was just going to be another, boring day in the city of Faerygill. Even the name was stupid.
After I finished up with the shower, I threw on some clothes and my old (yet favored) Chuck Taylors and went downstairs, to the kitchen. After eating a hearty breakfast of dry toast and some milk, I walked to school. The walk there was average… well, mostly average. As I was walking past houses, there was something that caught my eye. It was a statue of what appeared to be an angel. It had its eyes covered, as if crying. I had never seen it before and the owner of the lawn never had statues, or any decorations. There was something off about it too… a weird, creepy aura to it. Shrugging it off, I continued onwards toward school, already forgetting about it.
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