My Monday Morning

‘And then I fall off the… ‘ it was a dream, I lie in bed half awake half asleep. My eyes are groggy with sleep dust and my lips are dry from last night with no water,(radio alarm) “remember, today is Monday, the first day of the school and work term so children will be going back to…” the radio doesn’t get to finish the sentence off because I turn it off and groan, “...school”. It must be 6.45am, the time I set my alarm though it feels like I have been woken up by a storm at 3.52am. The dueves get pushed off with the sheets, and I feel for my green monster slippers and blue and grey dressing gown.

I grab a bowl out of the cupboard, with a very empty box of nutty crunch. As soon as the packets gone I realise that I’m having a small breakfast and gobble it all up like a racing car. I then have a shower it is so warm I don’t want to get out but I know I have to. After a good ten minute shower, I do my hair get  dressed grab my chrome

-book and bag then  jump in the car beeping and tooting the horn like an angry bird. Mum finally gets annoyed enough and comes out of the house, I can see she is grumpy and doesn’t want to drive me to school because she has to drive to Christchurch. I sit down and wait till I get to the warm room 6, in this icy cold car…