This is Wrong

Beep Beep Beep. I groan at the sound of my alarm clock. I roll over to the side of the bed that my clock was on and opened one eye. I groaned again realizing i had to go to work with Jane. I shutter as i think of her name. I hate her, ever since i had met her, i have hated her. We never get along, we never speak, and I don't want either of those things with her.