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On the Hour
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On the Hour Sophie Rimmer 10R 24th November I aimlessly flung my limp hand sideways, crashing the dock had to control the incessant ringing. Who would have thought such a tiny object could produce so much ceaseless noise. The clock lost it's footing and careered sideways off my table catching the wire to my light which in turn dragged itself and my prestigious school cup off my desk. I grimaced as I heard the various objects make metallic crashing noises on to my hard floorboards. I struggled to open my eyes, they were glued shut and I could feel the light penetrating my eye lids. I bundled up my duvet and hurl my ungainly body off my bed, pounding my feet hard on the already disorganised floor. A strong ultraviolet ray peered around my heavy dust ridded curtains, casting an unnaturally eerie, warm light over my bed. I stretched my big toe...
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