The morning

I looked at the paper again, and tossed it into the trash. It is pointless writing a song. I then looked at the clock.  4:00 am. 3 more hours of restless sleep until I have to go to the school of torture. I closed my eyes, and just thought about random things that came to mind.

Beep Beep Beep

I tried to hit the snooze botton on my alarm clock but missed and instead hitting it on my bedside table. I cursed under my breathe, and then slapped the alarm clock.

"Get up Shiloh!" My mom said from outside my bedroom door. I got up form my bed and stretched. This is going to be one heck of a day. "Look at this magizine I got in the mail this morning," my Mom handed me the magizine. It had a girl on it with blonde hair and blue eyes.

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I gave my Mom back the magizine.

  "I'm not interested," I said as I walked down the stairs to have some breakfest. And as I walked down the stairs. An idea came ot my mind. I grabbed a peice of paper and started to jot down my thoughts;

The magazines are messing with reality
It's entertaining
As long as we never take it seriously
We'll keep on laughing

The End

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