Here’s a gripping 500-word story based on your scenario:
I Overslept on the Morning of My Crucial College Entrance Exams Because Someone Turned Off My Alarm
The morning of my college entrance exams was supposed to be the most important day of my life. I had spent months preparing, sacrificing sleep, social events, and my sanity to ensure I was ready. The night before, I triple-checked everything—my exam admission ticket, my ID, my pencils, and, most importantly, my alarm. I set three alarms, just in case. There was no way I was going to mess this up.
Or so I thought.
The next thing I knew, sunlight was streaming through my curtains, and a dreadful chill ran down my spine. Something was wrong. My heart pounded as I glanced at my phone. 8:37 AM. My exam had already started.
I jumped out of bed, my mind racing. How had this happened? I never overslept, especially not for something this important. I had set my alarms! Frantically, I grabbed my phone and checked. All of them had been turned off.
My stomach twisted. Who would have done this?
Then it hit me. My stepbrother, Dylan.
He had a smug streak a mile long, always looking for ways to mess with me. Just last week, he had laughed when I stressed over my exams, saying, “Chill, it’s just a test. No one cares.” But I cared. And I knew he had been up late the night before. He must have snuck in and silenced my alarms while I was asleep.
I had no time to deal with him now. I yanked on the first clothes I could find, grabbed my things, and sprinted to the door. My mom looked up from her coffee, startled.
“What’s wrong?” she asked.
“I OVERSLEPT!” I practically screamed.
Her eyes widened. “Go! I’ll drive you!”
We raced to the exam center. My mind swirled with panic as I watched the minutes tick by. Was I even allowed in late? Would I have to wait an entire year to retake it? My dreams of college felt like they were slipping through my fingers.
We screeched into the parking lot, and I bolted inside, breathless. The exam supervisor gave me a hard stare as I stammered out my situation. I braced for the worst.
But then—relief. “You’re late, but we have a 30-minute grace period for emergencies,” she said. “You just made it.”
I nearly collapsed with gratitude.
I sat down, my hands still shaking, and took a deep breath. I had made it. I would take this test. I would prove that no one—not even Dylan—could stop me from achieving my goals.
When I got home, Dylan smirked at me. “Rough morning?”
I didn’t reply. I just smiled. Because what he didn’t know was that I had finished my test with confidence. And when my scores came out? Let’s just say I got the last laugh.
He had tried to sabotage me, but all he did was fuel my determination.
I won.
