Grandma Descriptive Writing

green and black alarm clock goes off on the tableside next to my eardrum. I roll over onto my right side and hit the dismiss button turning off the vexatious sound. Slithering out of bed, I flick on the lights and slide on the usual black shirt, black jeans, and Converse; since it is the middle of January I put on a black beanie. I glide down the stairs and I topple over a colossal cardboard box and assuming it has Richard written in illegible letters, I know my stepdad has taken residence in my home.
I walk through the labyrinth of boxes and make my way to the kitchen, where I come upon my mother and my stepdad making eggs in our small but spacious kitchen. I stare dumbfounded at them. “He has just moved in and he thinks he can just take over and pretend to be nice by making nauseating eggs,” I think. I’m infuriated, I feel my blood accelerate to my nose and I
I open my eyes and see Mr. Griss staring intently at me. I must have fallen asleep on the ride to school. I look at Mr. G and focus on his almost orange irises and come back to Earth. He smiles at me with a sincere smile and holds out his hand for me to grab. I grasp onto his callused hand and pull myself out of the seat. I grab my backpack and walk to the very front of the bus smiling at the most wholehearted man I have ever met. He waves goodbye and throws a hard butterscotch candy at me as I walk off the bus.
As I head for the school I hear a loud screech, I cover my ears and duck down into a squatting fetal position. As the ringing of clashing metal stops I stand up and look around me. Nothing. Just emptiness. I walk across the parking lot of the school and over to the welcome gate where the ruckus occurred. I see nothing but pure havoc. A blue pickup truck crashed head first into a white Volkswagen Beetle. The Bug was intertwined within the truck and there was no way of getting it