[COLOR=E6694E][INDENT][B][SUP][SUB][H3]N A L A  J O H N S O N:[/H3][/SUB][/SUP][/B][/INDENT][hr][/COLOR][INDENT][sup][COLOR=LIGHTGRAY]Tuesday, September 3[SUP]rd[/SUP], 2019 - [b]07:00 - 08:12 am[/b] |[/COLOR][/sup][/INDENT]
The alarm clock blared, screaming out [b]"It's 7:00AM"[/b] repeatedly in its robotic female voice, as it was gradually replaced by the familiar tune of Europe’s The Final Countdown. Nala groaned, knowing full well what that meant. During her brother’s visit back home here in Crestwood, he had brought along an alarm clock that he swore would do its job of making sure she woke up in the morning. Being the inventive genius he was, he had rigged the stupid contraption to blare out the time for twenty seconds before it shifted to the entire tune of that stupid song. She grabbed hold of the edge of a pillow, about the fling the thing at the stupid clock, before she stopped short, remembering her previous encounter with when she'd down such a thing. Sighing in frustration, she dropped the pillow back down without a fight left in her.

The damn song was exactly what it was titled, the final countdown. As soon as the song ended, a panel would open, and spray three generous squirts of noxious skunk spray into the room. The first time she was left at the mercy of the clock, it took her one week just to clear the smell out of the room for good. Her parents seemed to revel in her plight, and forbid her to even lay a single scratch on the clock, or they’ll take her car away for good. Forced to obey the stupid clock, she had to get up, face the clock face and activate its facial recognition system, which meant that she had to open her eyes to allow a successive beep, cutting off the song and resetting the alarm for the next morning. The wicked contraption certainly did its job. Waking up on time was now part of her daily routine, and it no longer troubled her as much as it did before.

She shuffled her slipper-clad feet as she went on with the rest of her morning routine. Brush her teeth, shower, dress and a tad of light makeup, just to make herself look neat and refreshed without being possibly overbearing, and then breakfast. Dressed in a black body-fitting tank-top and leggings, she completed her outfit with a gray Nike hoodie and matching tennis shoes. As she headed down to the living room, she found Anita, the housekeeper waiting for her with breakfast neatly packed for her in a lunchbox. [color=E6694E][b]“Two Toast Sandwiches with Bacon and Eggs?"[/b][/color] She asked, her voice chipper and ready to start the day with a bang. [color=orange][b]“Done just the way you like them!”[/b][/color] 

Anita replied, a warm smile present on the matronly housekeeper’s visage. Nala grinned at the reply, her mood buoyed by the fact that with such a great breakfast in hand, [i]nothing could possibly go wrong, can it?[/i] Grabbing the lunchbox and her keys, she made her way to the garage, opening the door of her red and black and red LaFerrari. She’d received the car as her birthday gift for her Sweet Sixteen, and the choice of car had been simply left up to draw. Her parents had gotten a fish bowl and threw in a handful of scrap paper each with names of their favourite cars written onto them. After mixing all of them up, all she had to do was reach into the bowl and pick up one of the scraps, and that was it.

This was typical of her parent’s behaviour, as they liked to inject fun and games into everything they did with regards to their family and personal life. They were incredibly serious and professional at work, but once they reached home, their fun-loving side takes over. Opening the garage door, Nala turned the key in the ignition, and the Ferrari growled deeply as it started up. 

Turning out into the avenue that led to the main street, Nala raced into securing herself a spot in the early morning traffic, the sleek car announcing its presence to all that drove alongside it. Arriving in the school’s parking slot with a deep growl, Nala reversed into a lot deftly and turned off the engine, lowering the windows for the cool morning air, as she spent several minutes to consume her breakfast. Several minutes of sandwich savouring later, with the lunchbox tossed back unceremoniously on the passenger seat, she raised back up the window,  grabbing her bag as she left the car, locking it with a beep as she headed towards her locker for quick moment before heading to the auditorium. The welcome back speech would be up soon, while it wasn’t all that interesting, Nala was looking forward to seeing her friends back again.