The shrill sound of my alarm clock has me leaving my dreams to face a cruel reality
'Another day in hell.' I think as I fling back the covers and try my best to deal with the stupid alarm clock Blue gave me. When I hit ninth grade and started high school, he realized that I had a habit of sleeping past the ringing of my usual alarm clock and sleep in past my first class. It's why he gifted me this amazing alarm clock—note the sarcasm.
I hate this thing. In order to turn it off, I had to enter in a passcode, and my semi-awake mind rarely got it right on the first try. After what I assume to be three minutes and ten attempts at turning the device off, the stupid alarm stops, and the clock left me with silence.
Did I mention that I hated this thing?
With a sigh, I knew I had to
