Hannah Jayne
Stories (2/0)
My Gracie
A car horn beeped outside and I jumped up from my place on the sofa, grabbed my backpack and bolted to the door. Bouncing down the steps, I jogged over to the car that was parked right outside with glee and hopped into the passenger seat. “Good afternoon,” a deep and husky voice said.
By Hannah Jayne6 years ago in Humans
Phase One
6:00am. The sharp ring of my alarm startles me awake and I groan as I remember the day I have ahead of me. I reluctantly push the damp sheets off of me and the humid air of the room hits me as I head towards the bathroom. Stepping into the shower, I sigh as the cool water rushes down my body, washing off the sweat that was clinging to me throughout the night. The thought of digging with the hot sun beating down on me all day filled me with dread; why couldn’t I have picked a standard office job instead of this? I stepped out of the shower and dried myself off, looking in the mirror over the sink I started to brush my teeth and my mind drifted off into a world of its own. After I dried my hair and got dressed, I grabbed my keys and headed out the door to my car. I could already feel the heat from the sun that was only just rising into the sky, it was going to be a hot one.
By Hannah Jayne6 years ago in Criminal