Jake+G

Clocks have memories. I know it sounds crazy but it's true. And it was that day that my clock decided to get revenge. It's like this... I was quite a good looking guy; jet black hair that shimmered in light and brilliant sparkling eyes the colour of nut less chocolate brownies. I was One of those kids that are good at a lot of things. Now I don't normally get up to mischief but this trick would not leave me alone so I decided to play it. My plan was so genius that I would probably end up in the records book.

"Jake, we're late for soccer practice!" Mum called as she walked out the door. "I know," I yelled back. Although I knew we weren't. We were always early for everything. Later, after soccer, I got home and did all the normal things 10 year olds do. Toilet papering the neighbour's trees, secretly taking all the batteries out of the remotes, glueing all the fruit to the ceiling,stuff like that. Anyway, at 6 O'clock that night, I decided to change the clock from one hour early to six hours early. This would really trick Mum. It would get her back for taking my iPod away from me so many times.

"Holy moly, it's midnight!" Mum gasped. "Where's the time gone?" Her voice was ringing in my ears as I got into bed. My plan was when mum was asleep I would creep out and change the clock back to the correct time so I wouldn't get up early. I (yawn) must not. I felt my eyelids starting to droop but I must not let them. I desperately started reading, hoping that it would keep me awake but eventually, the dreaded sleep came.

My eyes were heavy as I opened them. I squinted to check the time. What! 7:07am? It can't be. I knew I couldn't be late for school. I had a very special test that started first thing in the morning and Mrs McCormack hated it when we were late. I started getting ready for school. "Hmmm, it's unusually dark," I thought. "Oh well, it is winter after all." Then I heard the sound of footsteps approaching from the hall. The door creaked as if in need of oiling as it opened. And there, looking very tired and angry was the female golden oldie A.K.A. Mum. "Jake!" Mum coughed out in surprise. "Get back to bed it's one o'clock!" Darn, I forgot to change Mum's bedside clock. But hey, even a genius can't think of everything. So I made my way back to bed, with my mouth permanently open in shock. "Now get back to sleep!" Mum ordered. "You can get up at seven."

But I couldn't get to sleep. Six hours of mindless misery. The clock had got it's revenge. Looks like I won't be late for the test but I'll be too tired for it.