Tic-Toc, Tic-Toc. Beep, Beep, Beep. Tuning my ears into a sound, a certain sound that hurts my ears. It makes me want to Pull a sheet of cloth over my head. Beep, Beep, Beep. This sound never stops, at an instance my body is injected with energy. I wake, I hop into the shower and leave. My mind tells me, go back to sleep. But a device in the back of my head keeps clicking. This sound makes me want to sleep..I hate having to wake up and look at the clock.. it's 7:00 already...
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haha. your writing piece gave me a laugh mr della. i can tell you were talking about having to wake up for school. it made me laugh because i can relate to it a bit. alright, nice one
I like the way that you have the dicriptive writing it made me think, and it took me a while to figure out where your seting was at but i really like this piece.
Dylan, i thought this was a well thought out paragraph. I really liked the way you used the sound of the clock and when it goes off. As well as the sound in the back of your head was genuis. Nice paragraph.
-Daniel
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