My mum storming out the room, I get up so slowly every morning it's the same a yawn wipe my eyes get up and stretch. I put my clothes on to go and see my horse to feed him.

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“Adam, Adam get up u lazy lump,” says my mum.

Letting out a groan with my head in my pillow replying, “Oh 5 minutes please I’m too tired and anyway it’s only like seven isn’t it.”

“No it’s not actually its half past seven,” she mutters annoyed.

“What? Why didn’t you come in earlier? Oh if I’m late it’s your fault”

“No, you’re the one who wouldn’t go to bed last night, Oh no mum it’s only half past ten 5 minutes, every night it’s the same and I’ve had enough,” my mum exclaims.

“Alright I can’t be bothered with an argument just leave it its too early in the morning for that.”

My mum storming out the room, I get up so slowly every morning it’s the same a yawn wipe my eyes get up and stretch. I put my clothes on to go and see my horse to feed him.

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    I get to the stable, stumbling along I make his food. The same boring routine every morning, then I see my horse and everything changes I’m awake and he always shouts for me when I shout him. Giving him his dinner I stroke him and check that everything is alright. I go back 2 the house where my mum is eating, thinking, “Oh I hope she doesn’t start an argument and she questions me, “How was the horse?” and there’s me assuming the worst. Replying back to my mum, oh yes he’s fine.

    My breakfast ...

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