A life in the day of Alex

The annoyance of the reminding call that is my alarm clock telling me to leave the safety and warmth of my bed and get up for school is drilling through my dreams as I fall out my bed and collapse in a sleepy heap trying to turn the damn thing off. Its only 7 o-clock and I’m finding sheer bliss in the thought of sleep for an extra half an hour but don’t because I have to get in the shower before school. I love my bedroom, not just because my bed is there but also because it reflects on who I am. I choose the colours the items and most of all it’s the only space I can call mine and in a house of 6(or 7 including the cat) that is a big achievement. I stumble up the stairs like I have no head and dive into the bathroom before anyone else even thinks about getting in. after a long karaoke session and running out of shampoo and soap (I use far too much of everything!) I run downstairs to my room and start to blow dry my hair. This may seem really pathetic but like most other women I think I would die if I never had a hair dryer, it is one of the most important inventions ever made god bless its creator.

Then its time to fix my face and correct it by adding a washable mask onto it. By now its usually 8 o-clock and I’m packing my bag and eating my breakfast at the same time I never have time to do one at a time because by the time ive done my hair and make up I’m not allowed to wear I have no time left hardly so I double jobs up. At 8:30 I ring stef to make sure she is actually ready for a change and then leave my house. My house on the outside looks huge ...

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Its quite funny walking to school with stef because we used to be best friends during primary school, but since we went to the comp she turned into a “charva” and I apparently turned into a “Goth” which I know I’m not because I don’t dress in all black I dress in baggy jeans n’ tops which I would say is more punk than anything of the Goth description but we still get along and tell each other all the gossip from the night before; but usually mine is better because charva’s don’t have gossip because they spread everything they know around anyway.

I’m usually in school for just before the bell, which gives me all the time in the world to walk down the corridor to my tutor room, its not as though I will get told off for being late anyway because my tutor is always late or never even turns up! My school looks like attack of the killer snots because it has been painted a horrible dingy green apparently some people call our school the green school because it is renowned for its dank colour. I have 5 snore making lessons, which are broken down by a 15-minute break and a 45-minute lunch. Break and lunch are the best part of the school day. I go to the benches usually. The benches are another part of the school that have been labelled as something they are not, all I will say is charvs wont come here. After school if I haven’t got work I stay in for a while and laze until about 6! Then I start to do my homework (yeah right) depending on how my day has been I either go in the bath and have an early night or I go on the computer and talk to people on the internet. It may sound silly but I never talk to strangers on the internet I only accept “i.m’s” off a name I recognise, some people think that is strange but I think I’m being precautions because not everything and everyone are what they seem. After a world of gossip and arguments I hit back reality and go back to the dreams I was so rudely disturbed from about 16 hours previously but only to be interrupted again in about, oh say in 8 hours time…

By Alex Moses

Mr Pickering

English coursework