Notes

Ashley’s Clock



Once upon a time, there was a beautiful little girl

named Ashley. She lived with her parent with her

parents in a cottage, far away from the city. On the

side, they also had a small farm, and an equally

small ranch. Thus, she should accompany her father

to deliver their harvested vegetables, eggs, and

wools three times a week.
However, Ashley couldn’t enjoy her job anymore. She

wanted to do something different; something that her

friends are doing. Attending birthday party is one

of them. Sadly, her father strict schedule couldn’t

let her do particularly anything other than

farmingㅡand occasionally playing with her German

Shepherd, Orange.
One morning, she suddenly yelped with her squeaky,

high pitched voice.
“I don’t want to go today. No!”
, there was her daddy had stood in front of her,

frowned.
“What do you mean, Ashley? Go to the bathroom and

we’ll go about fifteen minutes later.”
“No, daddy!”
For a minute, there was awkward silence going on.

Knew that he could do nothing, he was silently

leaving.
Ashley couldn’t be happier about it. She

smiled brightly as her small fingers traced window’s

frame. But her happiness didn’t last long. As soon

as she walked toward the door, her clock fell and

made a loud noise. She stopped for a while,

confused. “What’s wrong?”
The clock was given by her father as a

present on her 5th birthday. Her said that it must

be expensive, because the timber was really good.

Yet it had never been damaged since then. So it was

really strange thing to see. She had been looked for

mess she made when she bent down. Glad the timber

didn’t tear into pieces. The clock was still

working! She peeked her finger between those broken

glasses and touched the clock’s pointer.
She moved the long pointer two numbers

forward, and suddenly Orange disappeared. She moved

the pointer four numbers backward, and the clock get

back to its form. Ashley frowned.
“Is it a magic clock?”
She shook her head, thinking that it wasn’t

possible. “No, it can’t be.”
While Ashley was thinking about her clocks,

her father was facing a big problem. Since there was

nobody to check the truck often, the yields are lost

by half. Sure, it was bad for them, because they

might not have anything ‘till the day after

tomorrow. He was really sad.
Ashley took the clock down and smashed the

glass, so she could peek in again.
“Three hours.”
She had been looking through the window for some

minutes, when her father arrived. Even from a far,

she could see his emotion. His sadness. He looked

pale and unhappy to start with, so she closed her

eyes and caressed the clock.
“It was my fault.” She mumbled.
The girl had taken a deep breath before she

moved the pointer some hours, back to dawn. It did

fine for some minutes, but cracked halfway. She’s

trapped in Sunday, 10.20 AM, with a sad father, no

money, and smashed clocks.
She squeezed her dress nervously as her eyes

getting teary. She felt suppressed. Her life is such

a mess right now. Feel tired, she rest her head to

the wall and closed her eyes. A minute later, she

fell in a deep, deep sleep.
The girl opened her eyes in disgust because

of the excessive amount of sunshine she got. She

groaned as she stretched both of her arms. It was a

good morning to start with. She had been smiled

sheepishly for few minutes when a husky voice can be

heard.
“Hello, sweetheart. Are you ready for today’s

treasure hunt?”
His daughter’s smile is really pretty. He

couldn’t help but smile. “Let me sleep for a while.”

She begged, still with annoying, squeaky voice.
“We’ll go about fifteen minutes later. Take your

time.”
Even without looking back, he knew that she nodded

her head happily.
He will have went outside, when Ashley found

herself staring at the clock; amazed. It was a

dream. A nightmare. With a smile plastered on her

lips, she brought a hat with her and ran outside.
Little did she know, it was happened.