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Beep Beep Beep! Beep Beep Beep!
"Ah shut up!" Lisa said while banging on the alarm over and over again until it was silent. She peeked at the clock which read that it was eight in the morning "Ugh,who the hell set my alarm so early on a Saturday?"
Just then my mom burst through the door "Oh good your up. Get dressed then come down stairs and eat some breakfast, we have a big day ahead of us." she said in a sing song voice.
"It was you!" I sat up and pointed at my mom. "You set my alarm didn't you?!"
My mom looked a little hurt "Of course I did,don't you remember? We made plans for today.."
She started to get teary eyed "After all today's your eighteenth birthday and i just wanted to spend some alone time with you before your father got home but I guess that's too much to ask.."
She started to walk out the room "Go ahead and go back to sleep" she said while closing the door.
Going back to sleep is so tempting but I'll never hear the end of it if i do,plus she looked so sad.
"FINE!" I called after her "I'LL DO WHATEVER YOU WANT!"
She came rushing back into the room " Really?" she said eyes sparkling.
"Yes mom" I said "I'll do what You want"
"Good" she said. "Now get up and get dressed we have a lot planned for today." She twirled out of the room shutting the door behind her.
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Dressed,checking myself in the mirror, faintly I recall the sound of cars parking into my driveway. Satisfied with my appearense of a "You wish You were Me" t-shirt and dark slightly ripped jeans, I headed towards my bedroom door. The second i opened the door i heard a blood curdiling scream.
Only one thought passed through my mind at the time. Mom!
Not caring for my safety I raced down the stairs praying as I went. Telling myself that she was fine, but I knew better.
Upon arriving to my destination of the living room I see my mother,surrounded by men.Blood on her head, a blade in his hand.
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This is getting good. Again it might take me a while to update but I will try to soon. Thanks for waiting pariently.
Publication Date: 07-11-2011
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