Writing an opening chapter - Malcolm's different day

He hops quickly and uncaringly into his uniform, slides to the window to the singing birds, like he does everyday. There was nothing, only the sound of his heavenly, tiredness breathing.

Today was the day! Today was the day that was completely different to every other day. For some reason Malcolm felt different, something felt different about his house, but he felt unsure what it was, he was going to find out, but when? Today was the day that something funny was going on, with his family? He wasn't sure.

Well he ran tiptoeing to the bathroom floor as quick as he could to try and avoid the cold damp floor.

Brushed his teeth very quickly, had a wee.

Malcolm ran down the big long stairs into the kitchen, hoping for breakfast to ready on the breakfast table, but hear in front of him was nothing? All he could see in front was the big old looking wooden table with a silky dark blue sheet over it, his mother's own work.

'What is going on?' he said, 'something's very different today and I want to no what is going on'.

Malcolm ran up stairs and all down stairs in his house, screaming at the top of his little boy's voice, where are you mum, dad? There was no answer not even an echo of his voice travelling back to him, something defiantly was different.

Malcolm didn't really think about it, he just quickly changed into his smart uniform, oh how he loved his uniform so much, he thought he looked so smart and he thought all the girls loved him in it, he was right, they did, all of them fancied him. I don't think there was one girl in his school that did not fancy Malcolm, he was the man.

The door bell rang 'ding, ding', Malcolm opened the door, 'ello malc, ready for school?', yea hold a minute just need to get my bag.