I open my dreary eyes on a very early monday morning to see nothing but darkness. I remove the snug sheets that were covering me, even though i was unwilling. The cold condensated air hit me like an overweight circus freak being shot out of a canon at my stomach, all i want to do is climb back into comfy home i call my bed. Reluctant to do so, i slapped myself a couple of times, yo wake myself up, and turned on my bedroom light. The light filled the room and blinded my eyes, like a young boy staring at the sun too long cuz he thinks it would be fun. After a while my very sensative, and now very sore, eyes ajusted to the light. My brain is now working, not very well but ts better than nothing, and I decide to go make my self a cappuccino. I walk through the corridor like a zombie searching for brains. I walk into the kitchen and turn on the light and my eyes, still being sore, feel dazed once again. I make my cappuccino and slowly return to my room. When i get there I take a sip of my cappuccino and i can suddenly feel the caffine rushing through my veins and up into my brain. It felt lkie a million light switches turned on in my head. Once i drink all of my cappuccino I am awake and raring to go. I get dressed, have my breakfast, brush my teeth and get my school bag. I walk through the house to the front door, after taking almost an hour to wake up. I place my shoes on my feet and go to open the door. As I do this I realise there is a note on the door saying
"Remeber it's a bank holiday today, love Mum"...
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DAMN IT!
LOVE
FROM
TOMdotKOM
p.s this didnt actually happen,it is fictional
