It was a regular day, but something felt different. I woke up brushed my teeth, washed my face, and ate some Captain Crunch Cereal, the best in the world. My mom walks in the kitchen and cries out “Jay you’re going to be late, get your things you need, so when the bus arrives you can run out the door”. I’m young
It was earlier that morning I got up and got ready to go to my soccer game. There was some very crispy bacon waiting for me which I ate without hesitation. And some eggs which were a little to bland in my opinion. I was running late so I needed to hurry up. I took a short hot shower, then hurry and got dressed. I was almost ready when I heard the surprisingly loud car horn and my mom yelled “ Hurry up we are gonna be late.”
Every morning, my mom’s alarm clock rang promptly at 4:40 AM. The church we were residing in at the time, was too far from all of our schools, which meant an earlier wake up time. My mom and my two younger siblings would slump out of our tiny blue beds and manage to muster a sleepy walk to our blue storage crates that we kept our possessions in. We would go into the public bathroom that we had to share with three other families to get dressed and cleaned up for the day.
A loud blaring cut through my sleep. Alarm...Ugh. Reaching over, I felt for the button and repeatedly pressed snooze until it reached 30 minutes. Today is monday. It was October. I craned my head to look at the calendar on the back of my door. Groaning I fell off the bed and landed on my knees. “Owww...Geez.” I flattened my wavy green hair and tried to look at the calendar again. Glasses..Where.. I scratched my arm and reached under the thing I called a bed, then felt around until, Boom! Glasses! Smiling to myself, I adjusted them onto my face and tried the calendar once more.
"BEEP BEEP BEEP" My alarm goes off and I jump out of bed to turn off the terrible noise. I looked at the time. 6:45 am. I should have woken up 45 minutes ago! I run down stairs and pour some cereal and eat it without milk. I run back upstairs into the bathroom and wash my face, brushing quickly through my hair, and back into my room and change into new clothes I had laid out the night before, pale jeans with a few rips and a frayed seam at the ankle, and a white T-shirt. I grab my favorite cat pillow I slept on, and shove it into my bag with everything else. I grab my purse and unplug my phone and put it in my purse. I go downstairs and grab a granola bar and put it in my purse too. I run upstairs again and bang on my mom's door. "Mom! Wake
On June 4th my life changed forever. My alarm went off at 6:30 normally it goes off at 8:30. Heart racing, I’m shaking; I hop out the bed and run into my parents room. “Mom, mom wake up do you know what day it is “I said. “ Ugh Bina it’s too
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Just as normal, I started my day off in a mundane fashion. I woke up via alarm clock, of course after a couple of presses of the snooze button, and I got up. I wasn’t what some would call a “morning person,” but I needed a fair amount of primping before I could go to school looking presentable, so I begrudgingly woke up at 6:30 a.m. to put on my face, do my hair, and pick out a worthy outfit. To top it off, I took a swig of whiskey and stuffed the bottle into my bag, at the bottom where no one would see it. “I love you, Mom! Love you, Dad!” I shouted, because sometimes, though rare, they would slip into the house during the night. They were never there, but when I was younger, I made it a habit to say goodbye just in case. I was trying to stop
I woke up on my soft comfy bed tried as usual. Thinking it was a school day, I went to brush my teeth and got ready, but as I entered the kitchen I caught a glimpse of the time. “7:30! I overslept again!” I thought to myself. Though, I must've made a lot of noise because my mom came out of her room mad as ever.
I lie in bed procrastinating and contemplating about anything and everything. Why do I live so far from school? I should’ve gone to sleep earlier! Ugh! I hate Mondays. My thoughts accelerate beyond as the loud uproarious sound of my alarm rings once again, indicating it is now 5:30 am.
Beep, beep, beep, sounded my alarm, 7:05 glared across the screen of my fluorescent alarm clock into my squinted eyes in the barely lit room. My legs quickly jolted out of my bed, I was late again, I was supposed to be in the car by 7:25, of course since I was already running very late, it was also the type of morning when I had nothing prepared. I had no idea what to wear, and hadn’t packed my lunch or backpack, but at this point i had only been awake for around 5 minutes, so I wasn’t thinking very clearly. I grabbed all of my stuff and made it out the door only 5 minutes late. Since I left a little bit late, I had to sit in traffic on Woodruff Road, but luckily I made it to first period on time, I was in geometry, when the teacher asked us to get out our homework, I dug in my backpack and couldn’t find my notebook anywhere, meaning that I had left it at home. So I had already woken up late, and now also forgotten my math homework, I figured that my thursday couldn’t get much worse, I was wrong.
The day started off like any other weekend would for a Kindergartener. I woke up late in the afternoon, looking forward to a day of lying around, watching cartoons, and coloring some pictures. I was in the middle of watching a random cartoon show with my sister when I heard my mom yelling from upstairs, telling us to get ready. We remained sitting on the couch, eyes glued to the television, completely disregarding her words. After all, it was a weekend. Where could we possibly have to go?