01. Alarm Clock

"All our dreams can come true if we have the courage to pursue them"

~ Walt Disney

FLASH! FLASH! FLASH!

''VALENTINA!''

''MA'AM!''

''HERE TO YOUR LEFT!'' 

All the cameramen were shouting my name, trying to get my attention so they could get a picture for their magazines. 

Being a popular actress this is what happens when you make a red-carpet appearance.

I turn over to my fans. They are calling my name, eager to get a picture of me and my autograph.

I walk towards their direction, my bodyguards walking close behind me. I stop by a specific girl who was shouting my name at the top of her lungs, a pink-colored diary in her right hand, which she was waving frantically for an autograph.

I smile sweetly, gazing down at her; I gently take the diary from her hand, ''What is your name sweetie?'' I question, giving her a pearly smile, she freezes, looking at me with wide eyes, someone pokes her, and that makes her come back to her senses, ''Cc-Carly,'' The little dumpling stuttered, making me chuckle.

I write a short, sweet message for her and sign my name at the bottom, ''Here you go, love.'' I hand her back her diary as she gazes at me with a shy smile.

''I love you Valentina, I'm a huge fa- 'Yeah breakfast at Tiffany's and bottles of bubbles..;' '' I frown at her. What is she saying??

I scan around at the fans ''Girls with tattoos who like getting in trouble.." Everyone was staring at me and singing together. What's up with everyone suddenly??

This song, it's familiar, I thought.

And it hit me.

Oh!

Yess!!

My ALARM tune is set to this song.

MY ALARM!??

THUD!!

I fall from my bed and hit my head hard on the floor.

''Damn!'' I whisper yell.

I was dreaming all along??

I glare at the culprit who is responsible for ruining my 15 minutes of fame. ''I want it, I got it, I want it, I got it.'' The stupid machine is still blabbering.

'No one is going to save you from me you damn machine!', I am about to unleash my wrath on my alarm clock when a sudden knock on my bedroom door halts my plans.

''Valentina? Baby, you ok? I heard sounds from your room, I'm coming in.'' comes mom's voice.

I quickly survey around my room, saying it is a mess would be an understatement. It looks like I am living in a jungle. Clothes are scattered on the floor, my books are thrown all over my study table, and food wrappers are littered around my bed.

SHIT! Mom can't see this or she will go all hulk over me.

''Yeah, Mom! I'm fine, don't come in... Umm... I'm changing...'' I answer quickly.

The doorknob is halfway twisted but stops as soon as I complete my sentence. After a brief pause, she speaks, ''Ok, I'll be waiting downstairs. Breakfast is ready.'' I sigh in relief. ''And Valentina, you better clean up your room, or you know the consequences!'' with that I hear her retreating steps.

I gulp visibly, how does she know everything?

Well, now is not the time to think about my mother's 'knowing all superpowers!' 

I tiredly glance at my alarm clock, it displays '8:10", So, I have 50 minutes till my first class starts. Great!

I dash towards the bathroom like I am in a marathon, I take a quick shower, brush my teeth and return to my room with a towel wrapped around me. I search the closet for today's outfit, I am not feeling to dress up so I decide to go with a simple white T-shirt that says, 'SASSY SINCE BIRTH'

I printed it myself, I remember, I was in the mood for some DIY that day. I also took one of Dad's plain white T-shirts and printed 'BE A BAD ASS WITH A GOOD ASS.'

It's safe to say mom wasn't much happy with it, she practically banned me from trying any more DIYs that consisted using clothes for almost 2 months, while dad just shrugged and said, ''Well, I do have a good ass, right honey?'' Mom was red as a tomato, I chuckle, reminiscing the sweet memory.

I match my shirt with ripped jeans and white canvas shoes. I let down my waist-length chocolate brown hair to air dry. I gaze upon my reflection in the mirror, my hazel eyes stare back at me. I have a round face, full cheeks that my family likes to pinch at times, a cute button nose and full pink lips. I possess a curvy hourglass figure which I got from mom.

I am happy with whatever assets God has gifted me with.

But, there is one thing that I am not happy with, my height. I am 5'2, but it does have its quirks, I look young and cute. Hopefully, I'll grow an inch or two in the future. Everyone says I am beautiful. I consider myself as an average girl, aside from my eyes, they have this glint that I love very much.

Yes, self-love is important people.

I take my backpack, fill it up with my books and head towards the door to go downstairs. I stop in my tracks and turn around to scan my room one last time, in case I am missing something. The room is still messy, I make a mental note to clean it today after school. My eyes halt at my alarm clock, I make a hand gesture by using my pointer and middle finger. I point my fingers towards my eyes and then back at the alarm clock, silently conveying the message that I'm not done with you machine.

The alarm clock just stares back dully with cricket sounds at the back.

I huff annoyed and make my way downstairs to the kitchen. Most mornings when I'm not running late, I like to cook breakfast myself. Everyone loves my cooking, I started it pretty young, it has always been something I've enjoyed doing with Mom since I was a kid.

As I enter the kitchen ''princess.'' I hear Dad greet me.

''Daddd!'' I grin and run to him, giving him a hug and peck on his right cheek. My dad is a handsome man, he is aging, yet it seems like he is growing more charming with each passing day.

''Of course, all the love and hugs for Dad.'' I giggle as I hear Mom complaining, she is standing by the stove flipping pancakes. I silently sneak behind her and hug her as tightly as I can, she lets out a surprised shriek, and Dad roars with laughter from behind. ''Ok.. Ok.. Let me go baby or you are going to have burnt pancakes for breakfast.'' She tries to pull away from my iron grip. I let go of her as fast as lightning.

Let me clear this up, I don't mess with my food, no compromise accepted.

Mom gives me a knowing smirk before resuming with her work, I take a seat beside Dad. He is sipping on his coffee while reading his daily newspaper. My dad, John Smith. His head is covered with shiny blonde hair, I love to scare him by reminding him how he would soon go bald with age, he takes pride in his healthy hair and sometimes takes my teasing's to heart. No doubt he is handsome and keeps himself in good shape, those growing laugh lines at the corner of his hazel eyes complement his features. He keeps a well-trimmed beard that Mom loves to caress during their cuddly moments, I think Dad keeps it for her only. He is 5'11, quite tall compared to me and Mom's 5'2 height.

My Mom, Claire Smith. My sweet and super powers possessing mother. She is one of the most beautiful women I have encountered in my life. She is beautiful inside out. Family is everything to her. She does come off as strict at times, but it's for the best, as Dad is the cool parent. Mom has shoulder-length brown hair, beautiful blue eyes and a constant smile that graces her stunning face all the time. She has the same curvy figure as I, or should I say that I took after her. My physical features are more like mom but I possess dads' personality.

Mom and Dad are high school sweethearts, their love is what gives me hope of finding the love of my life one day, living in a cozy two-story house with two beautiful children, life would be perfect.

Little did I know that the future had different plans for me.

The sound of Mom calling me snaps me out of my train of thoughts, ''Your pancakes.'' She stacks up my plate.

''Thank you, Mom,'' I chirp, keeping my eyes on the delicious breakfast.

She chuckles while taking a seat beside Dad, she gives him a quick kiss on the lips.

I pour honey on top of my pancakes, and as I am about to devour my heavenly treat, my plate is snatched away from me. Anger is not even the closest word to describe what I feel at that moment, I turn around to give a piece of my mind to whoever decided to mess with hungry Valentina.

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Yes, 7 rings!! Who does not love that song? It gets my poor self all hyped up lol.