Beepbeepbeepbeep. Beepbeepbeepbeep. Beepbeepbeepbeep.
Di groaned. Stupid alarm clock. She rolled over, staring angrily at the white rectangle that ws the cause of her early morning aggravation.
Ugh. 7:30. What normal human being woke up at 7:30 on a Saturday?
Oh yeah. Her parents. But they’re weren’t normal anyway…
She lay in bed for a few more minutes, figuring she could catch a few more minutes of sleep.
“Argh! Stupid snooze button!” Di threw the annoying clock against the wall, where it bounced against thw wooden paneling and fell into the pile of dirty clothes Artemis kept telling her to pick up. Well, not telling, exactly. More like looking pointedly at the clothes, and at her. The “That Has No Logical Purpose” stare.
No purpose, she thought, except that I get to sleep later. The annoying beep having been succesfully muffled by the clothes, she grinned triumphantly and snuggled deeper into her blankets.
There was a knock on the door. “Miss Diana? Your mother has asked me to wake you up.”
“Go ‘way Butler,” Di groaned into her pillow.
“I was to threaten you with physical removal from the bed if you didn’t come quietly.”
If Diana had learned anything in her three month stay at Fowl Manor, it was that if Butler was threatening you, you had better listen.
“Go away, I’m getting up.” She heard the door close, and swung her legs out of bed. She stifled a yawn, and stumbled sleepily over to the bathroom connected to her room. The hot water woke her up a little more, and she sang cheerily, “Good morning Ireland. I wish I could sleep in ’til ten, Wish my mom wouldn’t shop for me, wish my dad really loved me…”
She toweled herself off, selected the least prissy outfit from her wardrobe (a red blouse with no collar and a pair of black slacks) and joined Butler in the hallway.
“I don’t think that’s how the song’s supposed to go,” he commented drily. Di shrugged noncomittally and then tripped (literally) down the sairs. Butler gave a resigned sigh, passing her on the third step. “You’d think by know you’d remember they were there.”
“Ow,” she said to him accusatorily, and, when he was out of earshot, a short swear. Then “ow” again, and she picked herself up off the floor and went to join her parents for breakfast.