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A Life in the Day of…

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Introduction

A Life in the Day of... Here we go again. Another groggy Monday morning. I wake to my little brother hovering over me like a shadow. I get such a shock that my body jolts itself awake far too quickly and my eyes, although wide open, still yearn to close again and let my head return to the land of nod. I grunt and groan and tell my shadow to go away and do something constructive (he immediately parks himself on a chair with the controls for the games console glued in his hands). Just as I finish my sentence I am once again pounced on, this time by an 11inch ball of fluff, which when I am 'all there' resembles my Toy Poodle. Once I make sure it is safe, doing so by leaning out of my bed to look out of the door. I unstick myself from the bed and I notice a human shaped ditch were I had lain restfully for the whole night. I then pull up the bedcovers and stuff the pillows roughly were they are supposed to go. I crawl to my clothes stand, on which hangs that plain white shirt, boring black trousers and that awful multicoloured tie that spell 'school uniform'. I really don't see why we have to wear them. When I put them on I feel like I'm bound in a weird costume and anyone who is anyone knows who you are and 'were you belong'. I notice photographs on my wall, of my close friends and family. I gaze at them for a while, for no apparent reason and then continue to get dressed. I look at them again, there is something not right? One of them is gone and it is my most favourite one of my Toy Poodle. I am sure I know who has taken it and why. It is my brother and he has done it just because he knew this is the way I would react! ...read more.

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But I retain my voice as it will probably be the biggest and most embarrassing mistake I will have made in my whole life. I prepare myself for the lesson from hell. The teacher has begun his talk on scientific nonsense and I begin to feel very tired but I refrain from letting my eyelids make contact with each other. I am made alert once again when I hear my name being called. Oh no, he is going to ask me a question as he always does and yet again I do not have the faintest idea what the answer is. I feel like I am in a puddle of quick sand and I am getting smaller and smaller. 'What do you get if you add Sodium to Hydrochloric Acid?' I try and figure out in my head what the answer can be, it is usually a mixture of the two so I cut up the words with imaginary scissors in my head. I can feel the eyes of everyone else in the room burning through my skin. I pick one of my new words and say it hoping to say it right, but with no great deal of hope inside me. 'Correct! Well Done!' I can't believe it, I got it right, and it was a total fluke! I should try this more often. But. Oh no. I just thought. He might think that I have now greatly improved and give me one of those silly certificates that you get in the junior school. If he does I will have to get up in front of the whole class and be commended for my efforts that do not even exist! Maybe if I do not hand in my homework, he will think otherwise? But no, I don't want a detention. I can't even begin to think about spending an hour on my own with my worst enemy! ...read more.

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I am slowly sinking into the chair as if I were in a puddle of quicksand. After my finger gets tired of flicking and I cannot sink any lower into the chair, I decide that this boredom buster is not going to work. I walk slowly up the stairs into my room and lop onto the bed. I then switch on my radio which is situated only a few inches away from me, which is an advantage because it means that I do not have to awkwardly manoeuvre my body to reach the 'on' button. My ears get a shock from the noise when I do eventually turn it on, so I turn down the volume. About five minutes has past and once again I get bored with this method as no interesting tunes have emerged from the studio archives, so I move onto my computer again and continue a game I was playing a few days ago. This is a little more rewarding as I am on the computer for almost an hour and a half. This is the longest time this evening that I have sat occupying myself. Amazing! Darkness eats up the sunlight and as the sun disappears on the horizon I decide that I will turn my television on again and watch some of the evenings viewing. I watch 3 programmes which are not particularly interesting and at about 9:30 I change into my pyjamas and climb into bed to watch the news and whatever else is on. So here it is. The end of the day. I couldn't call this a normal day, but the twists and turns, ups and downs, added a little excitement. Don't you think? Well, I settle down at about 10:30 and I close my eyes and return once again to my favourite dream world to end the day peacefully and in the comfort of my own home. ...read more.

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