TFcowgirl

My friends and I walked home from school after yet another day of being pushed around by the popular students. All three of us hated admitting it but we were losers and everyday we suffered because of it. "Why do people do this?" asked David as we walked down the street. "It's just the way of life," responded Nathan, "it happens in every school." "Yeah but why? I just don't understand." "Who cares?" I said, "The fact is that we are unpopular and there is nothing we can do about it." We continued walking until David noticed something new along our route. "What's that shop over there, I don't think I've ever seen that before." "Me neither

Thursday 7:00 AM A cold red colon pulsed with each painful digital chirp of the alarm clock.  Light began to infiltrate the slowly opening brown eyes of a young woman as she awoke from violent sleep.  A petite and feminine hand emerged from underneath the comforter, falling abruptly on the snooze button of the clock radio as the alarm was quelled.  Long white-tipped finger nails decorated the hand as it submerged below the bed sheets. ____ 7:11 AM The alarm clock’s agonizing binary tone returned, pulsing in sync with the clock’s red colon heart. “You’re late! Get up!” said the female voice from outside the