A day in the life of me

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A day in the life of me

Six thirty! Why can't she be a bit quieter? She knows how much I value my sleep, yet she, along with the rest of the house, has an annoying habit of waking me up prematurely. Mum claims she tries to be as quiet as possible when she's on her early shifts, but still I get disturbed. However, the land of Nod calls me back for another hour or so, and I'm not going to say no!
Cold mornings never help to encourage me to get out of bed. The sky outside is grey, the room is cold, yet my bed is warm and comfy. No competition? If only. My bed would be an ideal place to stay, but unfortunately I have to go to school by law, so I get up and head for the bathroom to get washed and changed.

I preferred my old bedroom, but my mother made me move into my sisters old room, as my brother needs a bigger room. We still have peach walls (not my choice), but I have made my mark on the room. Clothes lay on the floor, writing all over the walls and I've even managed to put a big crack in the window within a week! 

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I worry about lots of things. I worry about homework; family , relationships and I worry about worrying. Strange, I know, but everyone worries (I hope), it just seems not as much as me. Come to think of it life is full of worries. I'm now worrying about what to write next, whether I'll get a good grade for it, which then leads on to worrying about my whole future. I know that there's not much point in worrying, what will happen will happen. If I get told off for not doing my homework, it happens.  

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