You Must Be Kidding Me..
It’s still unfinished.. I hope I’m going to add some more soon.. real soon..
RRIIINNGG! The sound of the alarm clock startled me so much that I fell out from the bed. At that very moment, I knew that it was another bad day, like any other day for the likes of me. I groaned and got my self up, still feeling a little bit sleepy and sore from my unexpected fall. I put my pillows back into place, seeing most of them were on the floor, and covered it with a comforter.
I walked out of my room and closed it silently, trying not to wake up anybody, especially my sleeping parents. I slept at about 11 in the evening and they were still not home yet. I guess they had another emergency call after one of their long and boring meeting (I know that because I have been accidentally into one, once when my parents used to pick me up from school). And I tiptoed across the hallway, again trying not to wake them or let myself fall. I went down the stairs, slowly smelling the scent of bacon and eggs, making my mouth water.
As I reached the stairs and went into the kitchen, I found the plate where the bacon and eggs are supposed to be and saw my two brothers fighting over the last piece of the crunchy and tasty bacon. I also saw our elder sister, trying to make them stop. I just sighed, greeted them all a good morning (as if there was something good about that morning) and went to the cupboard to get a bowl and the box of my favorite cereals. I sat down at the corner of the table grabbing the milk carton from the middle of the table. I sincerely said my grace and started eating my cereals and a banana.
After eating the last bite, I quickly headed back to my room upstairs and headed for my bag. I rushed myself downstairs, put the bag on a chair near the front door and raced my way to the bathroom. But as I reached the bathroom door, I heard somebody taking a bath. I just grabbed a notebook from my messenger bag (which was loaded with pins and doodles that I used to draw when I sometimes get bored in class), and reviewed for the test we were about to have that day.
As the bathroom door opened, I stood up. I sighed when I saw it was my ate who was taking so bath (No wonder it took so long! This was her shortest time in taking a bath! Sometimes, she even takes hours to get ready!) I put my beat-up notebook back into my bag and went inside the bathroom to take a bath. After cleaning myself up, I headed upstairs to my room and changed into a pair of jeans, a white shirt and my black jacket that had my name printed on it. Then I turned on the electric fan and started drying my hair. But I didn’t fully dry my hair because I heard my school bus honking its horn outside our house like we had an appointment with the local gravedigger or something.
I climbed up the bus, knowing that it is another day for this girl who is expecting another bad day in her life.
I walked out of my room and closed it silently, trying not to wake up anybody, especially my sleeping parents. I slept at about 11 in the evening and they were still not home yet. I guess they had another emergency call after one of their long and boring meeting (I know that because I have been accidentally into one, once when my parents used to pick me up from school). And I tiptoed across the hallway, again trying not to wake them or let myself fall. I went down the stairs, slowly smelling the scent of bacon and eggs, making my mouth water.
As I reached the stairs and went into the kitchen, I found the plate where the bacon and eggs are supposed to be and saw my two brothers fighting over the last piece of the crunchy and tasty bacon. I also saw our elder sister, trying to make them stop. I just sighed, greeted them all a good morning (as if there was something good about that morning) and went to the cupboard to get a bowl and the box of my favorite cereals. I sat down at the corner of the table grabbing the milk carton from the middle of the table. I sincerely said my grace and started eating my cereals and a banana.
After eating the last bite, I quickly headed back to my room upstairs and headed for my bag. I rushed myself downstairs, put the bag on a chair near the front door and raced my way to the bathroom. But as I reached the bathroom door, I heard somebody taking a bath. I just grabbed a notebook from my messenger bag (which was loaded with pins and doodles that I used to draw when I sometimes get bored in class), and reviewed for the test we were about to have that day.
As the bathroom door opened, I stood up. I sighed when I saw it was my ate who was taking so bath (No wonder it took so long! This was her shortest time in taking a bath! Sometimes, she even takes hours to get ready!) I put my beat-up notebook back into my bag and went inside the bathroom to take a bath. After cleaning myself up, I headed upstairs to my room and changed into a pair of jeans, a white shirt and my black jacket that had my name printed on it. Then I turned on the electric fan and started drying my hair. But I didn’t fully dry my hair because I heard my school bus honking its horn outside our house like we had an appointment with the local gravedigger or something.
I climbed up the bus, knowing that it is another day for this girl who is expecting another bad day in her life.
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