A Day in the Life of Thomas Large

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A Day in the Life of Thomas Large

Monday morning. I awake at 7:00am to the sound of my alarm, which I turn off and go back to sleep after yet another restless nights sleep of bears and other bizarre things. I say ‘bears and other bizarre things’ as I have a strange habit of talking in my sleep. It all started when I was away on holiday for my mum’s birthday in Bath. My parents had gone down to have a meal in a restaurant and when they came back up I was trying to climb up a curtain to escape from the room. Another occasion was back in the summer when I was on scout camp. My friends and I had made shelter from braches and others bits to sleep in that night. When it came to nightfall I woke up shouting, “where are the bears? Get me the bears”, before getting up and running across a field, finally getting tackled by an older scout!

It is only when my dad comes back up from the kitchen that I roll out of bed and make plans to get ready. My radio tunes into ‘Chiltern’ where a listen to the voice of ‘the morning crew’ and ‘adverts’ in near freezing conditions. I say near freezing conditions as I now live up in my converted loft with blankets and duvets. It is nice to have my own room even if it is cold, as for about a year I shared a room with my brother whilst the building work was going on, so it was good for both him and I to get our own rooms back.

I eat a rather hurried breakfast with my brother in complete silence, before he makes some kind of ‘clever’ comment, which involves me hitting him. By 7:30am my mum has appeared out of her ‘pit’ were we exchange greetings, what we are doing today and whether or not she should collect us from the bus stop. From this I have not said one proper sentence as we just exchange grunts and mumbles to one another. After this brief meeting I go back to my dark, wintry cold room to make my bed and pack my bag for the following day at school.

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        I check myself in the hall mirror before the angry call of dad to get my bag on the car. I say good-bye to mum and get in the car. My dad as an old mondeo and always talks about getting the new model. Personally I say he should just go and get one and stop with all this talk.

        My brother, James, has just started St. Georges in year 7, So my dad drops my brother and me off at the bus stop to catch the ‘45’ to St. Georges School, instead of us walking down from our house ...

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