Snows POV.
*meep*meep*
Oh my freakin lord I swear to god if that thing doesn't stop soon it's getting thrown outta window and I don-
*meep*meep*
That's it. I got up, reached behind the nightstand, unplugged the clock and threw it in the closet, and climbed back into bed and attempted to go back to sleep. My mom decided this was the perfect time to come make sure i was awake.
"Hi honey good morning, where's your alarm clock at?" she said a little to cheery for my liking.
"What are you up to?" i asked.
"Oh nothing nothing just thinking (this can't be good)... Oh yes by the way dear me and your father would like to talk to you once your done getting ready" with that she left the room, leaving me to my morning routine and my wandering thoughts.
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Mr. badboy and Ms. goodgirl
Teen FictionWhen Snow Summers' (ironic isn't it) parents decide to send her to a boarding school in Paris, she comes face to face with her worst nightmare... badboy Tanner Vinha. He's your typical badboy player type, with the leather jacket, the motorcycle, and...
