I stumble down the stairs, only to find that there is a large light brown carpet at the bottom of the stairs. On further inspection of it I find that it is just my dog Digby. He is blind and deaf so usually I just step over him as he hasn’t the faintest clue about much around him. I make my way over to the fridge to find a pint of cold fresh orange. This happens to be the only thing that can get that disgusting morning taste out of my mouth. Once I have had that I turn to find the milk, I find it and pour it on my cereals. I then proceed to spit out my cereals as the milk is off and has been for the past week but no one thinks to take it out! So I must resort to toast, just toast as well as there is no butter or jam!
Now I make my way to school with the aid of my mum. She must drop me off insanely early as she must be at work early, and I would get the train or the bus but these two involve money which is in short supply for me at the moment. I make my way as slowly as possibly along the same route every day. Past the sports board to see if I am in anything in the coming weeks. As it is the football season and rugby has not been introduced yet I only see, year 11 football, Matt Jones
Sub Goalkeeper. This position entails me to go along with the rest of the team and watch them play as usually there is no need for an extra goalkeeper. I then make my way to my form room where again no one is here and wont be for another 10 minutes. So I sit, and sit a little more listening out for footsteps, hoping someone will come and talk to me as I am grotesquely board! Yet I love it when everyone does come as I can catch up with people on how they are and what has changed since I last saw them.
After my first three lessons lunch begins. I like lunch for many reasons, one being that my mum makes sublime sandwiches. Lunches on Mondays are even better as she always uses last nights roast in it, which I am happy to say is usually beef. Once I have eaten my lunch I wander down to the playground where my friends and I start a mass football match against the people from Forest Row, which we usually win but its always very close and as there isn’t referee its every man for himself and who ever has the ball must have his legs broken.
When I get home I usually cook myself 2nd lunch, this is usually compiled of pasta and sauce, I then place my self on the sofa and start watching possibly the best t.v known to man. Rex Hunts Fishing world, is on a double bill from 3 – 4 PM. Rex Hunt is some Australian nutter who tries to catch the biggest fish possible and then he takes it back home and gives tip on how to barbecue it, pure genius.
Now on to the word that almost any teenage fears, homework. Although that I may not agree with the amount given I must do it, it’s a fact of life almost. Yet one of the reasons I do it is the satisfaction of having no homework to do, knowing that you’ve done everything and you are allowed to sit in front of the t.v, just doing nothing. That Is what I love.
To bed, to bed, to bed. Well said Shakespeare. I love bed, its warm, its my own place that I completely mine and I don’t have to share it with my brothers or anyone else. I can just lie there watching t.v for as little or as long as I want, Which I do, do regularly. Then I go to sleep, to face another day of cold showers, off milk and sublime sandwiches.
