Personal Narrative Essay : The First Day Of School

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Dread doesn't even begin to describe what I am feeling this morning.

It's the first day of school. Yeah, actually, literal, school.

"But I don't wannnaaaa." I mumbled into my pillow but sadly my alarm clock doesn't speak English. I groan some more and grab the clock from off my bedside table. The cold metal woke me up a bit, but that doesn't mean I still wasn't happy with the metal piece of work.

I threw the alarm clock across the room, which actually didn't make it shut up.

"What was that?" My mom yelled from the kitchen.

"Nothing," I yelled back, "Just a piece of crap." I mutter, narrowing my eyes at the silver clunk of metal in the corner still making that annoying buzzing sound.

"Em, turn your alarm off already!" My mom yelled again.

See what this alarm clock did, it's making me get yelled at now.

I shake my head in annoyance and stomp on over to the stupid thing, I pick it up and turn it off only to drop it back onto the floor.

"I hate you."

I slowly walk out of my room and into the kitchen, my eyes still filled sleepiness. I rub the back of my neck and walk behind the counter where my mom was making coffee.

"Morning sweetheart, how'd you sleep?" She asks, smiling her beautiful smile.

My mom is beautiful, she has those perfect white teeth you see on celebrities, she loves her long curly black hair that she always wore in a bun because she told me, and I quote, "What, you don't like it? I looked online, they said it looks... sophisticated!" She is quite a

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