My life

Six bloody thirty! Why can't he be a bit quieter? He knows how much I value my sleep, yet He, along with the rest of the house, has an annoying habit of waking me up early. Dad claims he tries to be as quiet as possible when he's on his early shifts, but still the amount of noise he makes awakens me. However, the land of Nod beckons 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.

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I worry about lots of things. I worry about homework; football, 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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