All Alone in the World

I heard the faint high pitched beeping of my alarm clock as I opened my sleep covered eyes. I attempted to roll out from under my covers but immediately retreated as I felt the chilly spring air touch my skin. While I was mustering up the motivation to get out of bed, I glanced at my alarm clock. “11:00 AM” it read in boxy, glowing numbers. Had I really slept in that long? I finally rose from my bed, traveling down the stairs to make myself some breakfast. “Hi, girl!” I greeted my dog where she was waiting for me at the bottom of the stairs. I smiled to myself as I turned on some music, opened the fridge to retrieve some eggs, and turned on the stove. It felt like a fine Saturday morning until I remembered that I had a lacrosse game later

The morning was foggy and I could see the front of my school through my window. It was a nice sight to see. I walked into the kitchen to make myself a bowl of cereal and there she was with her head down on the table. I could tell that she arrived a couple of hours ago because the tears hadn’t dried from her cheeks yet. I got myself ready gave her a kiss on her forehead and headed off to school. I had walked into class eager to see what my teacher Mrs. Padron had in store for today. Every single day there was something new to learn and there’s something about that infinite nature of learning that really appealed to me as a child. I cherished those 7 hours I spent in class the most I could and I dreaded the mere thought of having to go home where I would have to face the

It’s been so long since I’ve written here and I’m truly sorry. I’ve decided to stay up late and write tonight while everyone else is asleep. There is no light, so I must use the moonlight from our only window. My hours have been so long at the factory and i just haven’t found spare time. I wake up at 4 six days a week to get to work by 5. Actually, let me rephrase that. I am abruptly woken at 4 by mother so I will make it the factory by 5. It is horrid to be woken at such hours, but I can’t be late. I sympathize for the kids who arrive late because they get the strap from Mrs. Richards. She is the supervisor for my area and is the most cruel, cold hearted woman in London. Whenever she hits kids, she looks as if she gets enjoyment from it and their crying is music to her ears.

You know I don’t like it… What time is it?..” He turned over and tried to grab his phone, but he couldn’t reach it. I giggled and smiled at his predicament. Well, I guess that’s what ya get for being lazy. He sighed loudly and managed to scoot close enough to his phone to grab it with his fingertips. Now with his phone in hand he scrambled out of bed and to the closet. I watched and followed him after he got out of bed. Man. This guy only realizes that we’re going to be late if he doesn’t hurry. No, the obvious sunlight should’ve thrown him off or maybe it should’ve been me dressed and ready. He carefully pulled out two traditional American uniforms for us and I smiled before standing up promptly. I went to the kitchen and began pull things out to cook for breakfast. I opened the fridge and took out fish. I also grabbed some milk. I heard the shower turn on while searching in the cabinets for the right pans, bread, and rice. While furiously humming the most recent song that I have heard, I began

One cold and crisp Tuesday morning, Tommy wakes up at 6 o’clock to the sound of his alarm blaring. Papers scattered throughout his room, his laptop on his bedside table and his textbooks thrown all over the soft carpeting, Tommy’s room looks like an utter mess. He sits up, smacks the alarm clock to stop its harsh noise, and sighs loudly before hopping in the shower. After getting four hours of sleep, he would rather just go back to bed before going to school for the next eight hours.

The bell had just rang, school was out. “Olivia, Mrs. Larsson calls.” Olivia is in 6th grade. Her teacher Mrs. Larsson talks to her every day after school telling her the same thing over and over. “You been misbehaving at lunch today”! But this time it was different. “Olivia it's your turn to stay after school and clean the room”. Olivia hated cleaning the room after school, she always ended up staying too late. “ Now run along and tell your mother, I don’t want her to worry like she did last time!” “Ok Mrs. Larsson.” I reply, I run to call my mom but she didn't answer, and my dad was at work so I couldn't call him. “Yup my mom knows.” I say, but she really didn't. “Ok then, well I am going to go home so behave yourself!” Mrs. Larsson says

“Wow, finally I can do my homework, ” I kept thinking to myself while giving myself a subtle smile. Thanks to staying after school, I thought that if I ever needed help doing my homework, I could ask any teacher to clarify any questions I had. All things considered, staying after school every day wasn’t what I wanted, the thought of being able to slip into some pajamas was an incomparable feeling, which made me realize, “What if I did my homework right when I arrived home, before Luis wakes up?”-usually, after a night of heavy drinking, he sleeps most of the day, until six when he has to pick up my mother from work. Even so, every time I walked towards the front steps of my house, I always took deep breathes while anticipating that I wouldn’t wake him

I had been running late all morning. At home I had had a difficult time tearing myself away from my iPod’s updates about the next day’s presidential inauguration. Then, after I had driven to campus from my home near Stony Brook, I had to take care of lots of tedious paperwork-in-the-English-Department sort of chores and I had not allotted sufficient time for the usual first day of the semester backlog at the

Tears stung in my eyes as I gazed down at the dreaded product of neglect, already feeling a cold weight tug at my heart. Looking at my practice log, I determined that within the twenty-four hours remaining before it was due, I needed to make up the eight hours of practicing I had been lazily putting off. After informing my mom of this impossible feat, she told me that I would not be staying up past midnight to practicing as a meager attempt to salvage my grade. The next day I turned in my log with a hint of discouragement as I awaited my grade. I didn’t fail the class, but I still had to live with the knowledge that I could have done better. I tried to justify what happened by saying I wasn’t used to Jr. High with its additional seven classes,

The school day did not start out as the normal routine and I was not used to this. I came in the classroom, set my backpack in my cubbie, and the teacher was watching the television screen. I cannot recollect what my teacher told the class about the events. Either I was too young to remember what she said or I was not paying attention. After everyone settled down, Mrs. Scholar began the school day. I remember some kids were leaving school. Their parents came and picked them up after just dropping them off an hour ago. Some of my classmates did not come to school that day at all. I

Wake up! Get up, get dressed, eat breakfast, and get ready for school!” my mom exclaimed. She seemed to be excited for my first day. So I reluctantly got up, got dressed, ate breakfast, and got ready for school. All the while, there was tingling in the pit of my stomach that just wouldn’t go away no matter how much i tried to calm myself down. After breakfast, my mom told me we were going to walk to school together which happens to be something I’ve never done before. What’s the point of walking when you own a car? So we left… 30 minutes early! Which was ridiculous. “By the time we reach the school, you will be right on time,” she said. Yeah

When he opened the door excitement ran through his blood. The room was huge! He could easily fit everything he ever wanted. Their was a window in his room where he could see the beaches with surfers surfing the waves. When everything was all set up Jim rushed into his room and jumped into his queen size bed. Jim grabbed the remote and turned on his TV and his PS3 and settled into his comfy bed. One thing rolled in and out of his brain though. Tomorrow was his first day at San Ysidro High School and Jim wasn’t sure what to expect. Jim alarm rang at 7 o’clock and Jim excitedly jumped out of bed and ran downstairs. “Read for your first day of school kids?”, said said Jim’s mom. “Yes Mom”, said Jim, and Jessica in unison. “Well you better hurry up if you don’t want to be late for the first day of school!”, said Jim’s and Jessica’s mom. “Now kids if you make your beds, do some laundry, and do some laundry every once awhile. I will pay you guys five dollars each.” , said said their mother. “Sweet” , said Jim and Jessica. “That starts today!” , said Amanda. After Jim had gotten ready he ran down his driveway to catch the bus. When the bus arrived Jim held his breath as he walked up the steps

As i'm riding to school on my bike I realize i've forgotten my backpack I start riding home and when I get there I pack my backpack and lunch. Then I ride to school. When I get there I lock my bike in the bike racks. I stare at my schedule I had mr lo first period. The bell rang and all the students piled into the classrooms. I got to mr lo’s class it had science equipment everywhere. We started off playing a get to know you game which was quite boring until mr lo did a diet coke and mentos experiment. Before we knew it first and second period were over the day was going fast.

It was Monday and it was 7:30 A.M. and he was going to be late for school again. Jeeef was annoyed that he was going to be late to school, but at least he would have a longer time away from school even if it meant his parents would be mad at him for being late. His parents drove him to school while highly annoyed that he was late even though they were the ones that woke him up instead of buying him a louder alarm clock or letting him have his phone in his room to wake him because his old clock was not very loud and the phone did wake him up. When he got to school he was bothered because everyone looked at him as he walked into the room since he does not like being looked at no matter the circumstance.

I still remember the times I would have to wake up at 5 in the morning to go to my aunt’s house. My parents started work early in the morning which meant they were unable to send me to school. I never complained to my parents about this because I was so used to it, it had been my daily routine for so long. But in mind I did think about why I was waking up so early if the bus didn’t arrive until 8 in the morning. It took time for me to understand that going