“Brrrriiiiiiinnnnnngggg” I blindly smashed my night stand again and again, missing the alarm clock by inches.  It was as if my alarm clock was taunting me. “Brrrrriiiiiiiinnnnnnngggg!” When I neared my breaking point, I finally came to life and grabbed it and threw it out the window.  The ring grew fainter as it fell two stories and finally silenced as it smashed to the ground. 
            Another cursed Monday and I already had a late start to try and catch the school bus.  I heard mom hollering, so I got dressed and managed to brush my teeth and grabbed a banana and backpack on my way out the door.
            The bus was already there, earlier than usual.  There were no kids. So odd. Usually the bus is teeming with children gossiping and being mischievous.  This bus was run down, the normal bus was squeaky clean and modern.  The driver appeared to be the same driver. 
            He gave a friendly wave and gestured for me to come in.  I knew something…something was off.   I thought to myself: Why is the bus empty?  Why does it feel different than usual? I hesitated but got on. 
            I sat down and got settled and we drove off. The bus smelled bad, not normal.  Some of the windows were cracked. The seats were sticky.  I looked around nervously and almost on cue, the skies suddenly darkened and there was a clap of thunder that made me tremor with fear. The bus came to a screeching halt. The driver turned, smiling with a creepy grimace.
            “Wanna see something?” the bus driver grinned. I didn’t want to see anything!  Who is this man? He peeled off a mask slowly and revealed his monstrous face. I sat frozen like a block of ice in my seat. He smirked and let out a diabolical laugh. He advanced towards me. My heart was beating a million miles a minute. 
            I lunged at him and he tumbled into the aisle. This was my chance. I made a break through the emergency exit, not daring to look back. The wind howled and the ominous storm made me choke on my terror. I ran until I could finally see my house. Safety. I made my way up the driveway, gasping for air. I tripped over my broken alarm clock on the lawn and my body tangled and fell to the ground in a heap.  Still, I crawled up the stairs and managed to make it inside. I locked the door behind me and crumbled to the floor.
            “Brrrriiiiiiinnnnnngggg” I woke in a nervous sweat and blindly smashed my night stand again and again, missing the alarm clock by inches.  It was as if my alarm clock was taunting me. “Brrrrriiiiiiiinnnnnnngggg!” I finally came to life and grabbed it and threw it out the window.  The ring grew fainter as it fell two stories and finally silenced as it smashed to the ground. 
            Another cursed Monday and I already had a late start.

1 COMMENT

  1. Bravo … excellent job … from one writer to another … even the same genre … Very nice …. keep writing !!!!