and the clock struck 13

someties when I write I let my hands on the keys make up the story. I have no plan.. its as if im reading along with the reader. below is the start to one of these stories

 

 

 

the clock struck midnight. and my life changed.. because a thirteenth ring sung aloud. I was down stairs in the kitchen looking in the cabinet for something sweet. I looked up at the black cat clock. it’s eyes glowed bright red and I passed out.

I woke up to the sunrise. looking around the first thing i noticed was my mother standing over me. she was dressed in the expensive dress I wished I could have given her for her birthday.

“good morning sunshine. get up its almost time for your limo to be here”

limo? I wondered

as I got up i realized  I was in my dream room. there were posters of me and awards with my name on them. as I walked past I read the titles on each award.

best novel, best singer, #1 song,

once in my closet I found hundreds of outfits. I got dressed quickly and let my mom lead me to the limo. I asked her where the limo would take me and to my surprise this didn’t appear as a red flag.

“this is your interview about the billion dollar donation to help build wells in developing countries”  my mom explained

“ok….” i responded

I climbed into the limo and closed the door.  soon we pulled up in front of a tv station.  A young blond opened the limo door. she took my hand and lead me inside.  I followed her into  what appeared to be a hair and makeup room.  I sat down.  the blond said she was going to go get the makeup and hair people.

while I was waiting I looked around the room. Most interesting was my reflection. my hair was  the color i always wanted to dye it and my skin was nearly flawless.  thats when a terrible thought came to me… I have no idea what I did or what to say!

just then three women who i guessed were in their late 20’s . one handed me a  three page packet titled script for today