can someone please rate mine:
The alarm clock blared loudly, startling me and effectively waking me up from my deep slumber. Still in fatigue, I sluggishly dragged myself from my comfy bed and picked up thick, plastic glasses and passively threw them onto my colossal head. While I was still gaining my senses, I glanced at my alarm clock and received a mini heart attack. The alarm clock showed exactly seven fifty-five, just an hour and five minutes before I was expected to arrive at the most important meeting of my life.
In panic, I started looking around my room like an old, eccentric man trying to spot my towel. When I identified it, I immediately grabbed it with a tenacious grip and swiftly rushed over to my dirty bathroom. After completing my morning routine in record time of just seventeen minutes, I put on my only set of presentable formal clothes and rushed out of my house without satisfying my desperate hunger with the luscious pancakes I had prepared the night before.
As I was rushing over to the bus stop, I took notice of a sight which was extremely infrequent, the newspaper shop wasn’t open and there were’t a dozen homeless people inside with their distressed clothes, taking shelter from the tenacious wrath of the unforgiving cold that took the lives of many each year. Although on an usual day, this would have put me in deep thought, as I was in such a rush, I ignored the unusual sight and continued my way to the bus stop.
As I arrived at the bus stop, I surprisingly found it empty, with no goons waiting to pounce onto you and make you spare a couple of dollar bills on their donations for ‘charity’, which was rather used to fund their stealing spree from civilians like us. I ignored this unusual sight again and waited for my bus. After ten minutes had slowly passed, each minute the bus was absent, my patience cutting thinner and thinner until it didn’t exist.
In immense frustration at the bus’s unusual absence, I glanced all around me, hoping to spot someone next to me, who I could freely share my anger with but in my absolute surprise, no-one was there. Unsure about what these unusual occurrences meant, I looked up at the colossal town clock, and to my absolute horror identified the time to be five thirty, hours before the bus was supposed to come. I came up with a tentative conclusion that my alarm clock’s time was somehow automatically adjusted that to the incorrect time, but little knowledge did I have that someone was there to get me, messing with me in the smallest ways and making me grow crazy due to revenge for something I did years ago….
I did type it, so I did write faster than writing it on paper and I ran out of time in the end, so my ending is trash
