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Moonwalker: Katie's Story Part 1

Info: It has been 11 years since Katie, Sean and Zeke had to see from a distance Micheal's death from Mr. Big, who they all thought was dead, and his mobster crew. Katie, now 19-years-old, has dreams after dreams about happy times with Michael and once wake she is also plagued by memories of him. When things start taking a spill for the stranger and a spill for the worst, maybe the past won't stay in the past like it should?

Chapter 1: Alarm Clock Blues

Beep. Beep. Beep.

I groaned as I turned over in my bed to face my alarm clock, which pulled me out of my wonderful slumber and my dream. I dreamt of him once again. It has been eleven years since I-Sean and Zeke included also-had seen  him. Why was I still plagued with memories? I doubt he remembers me really; Sean doubts he even remembers any of us since it's been so long; I can't say he is wrong, either. I had had enough of my alarm clock and so with doing so, I picked my clock up ripping the cord out of the back and watching it slowly die from lack of electric support. I placed it back on my side table and sighed, cursing myself mentally for what I had just done.

"Great going Katie," I said I removed my covers off of my body, just laying there staring at my blank ceiling. "Now your dumb self is going to have to buy a new one. What is that? The fifth alarm clock you've destroyed in the past week?"

You can see I have very bad luck with alarm clocks. Very bad. Maybe this is a sign trying to tell me never get another alarm clock again? Or maybe it is telling me to keep better care of my alarm clocks? I don't know. All I know I have had five alarm clocks in the past week and I have destroyed every single one of them. I can tell I am not a beeping clock type of person, yet I need it so I will wake up at time. Mainly because I have to go shopping today for more stuff for my apartment-and by stuff I mean food. Sighing once more, I left my warm and loving bed to get ready for the real world. First by basically destroying the way I had my clothes in my drawers for clothes, hallway closet for a washcloth and a towel, walking back into my room and stepping into my bathroom. Placing all my things down on my sink counter, turning my shower water on to the right heat and then proceeded to remove my clothes slowly.

I looked at my reflection in the bathroom mirror. My hair was no longer this stringy mess I always kept in a messy ponytail; years had went by and my hair color also changed to black; mainly because I dyed it sometime after I became old enough for it. Also you can tell I grew as well, I am no longer short. My eyes stayed the same color, my skin sort of gained color over the years but it is still a bit pale looking, my best ambled up very much since childhood and most body parts thickened for the better. My stomach staid flat, wish every other part of my body did too-well, maybe not my chest. I am happy my chest grew. I was getting tired of the flat chested jokes from Sean and Zeke. They piss me off more than I could think of, yet they are the best of friends I could ask for.

Stepping into the shower, the hot water felt great on my waking body muscles. I stood under the shower head, allowing the water to splash and cleans my whole body. I soaped up and washed, then finishing by shampooing my hair and washing the foam out of my hair. This was always relaxing for me. I didn't want it to end, ever. After my shower, drying off and dressing for the day I looked over at myself for a few minutes and approved with a head nod. Maybe the people at the store won't be so sarcastic as they were with the last two clocks. Maybe they've grown use to the by now and just know it is going to happen? Who am I kidding? Katie, they're going to be sarcastic no matter what you do and hope fore.

I really do have the Alarm Clock Blues.

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