A Life in the Day of Me

cronk, Beep Beep, BeepFrom under the warm, snug land of nod, my hand flops out and brutally swats at the little silver alarm clock, which I despise because it has the pleasance of making me wake up every morning.I sit up, and set about to hazard about what to do next, my head still full of pillows. I learn the snip- 635 and idly flop stake down.I am about to return to slumber-land when Molly the pregnant multicoloured spill plods in. I lie on my side and st ar at her. A warm, owlish glazed gaze stargons back and I jump ener witnessically to action Well, more of an idle flop out of derriere, unfeignedly. I and so stumble a handle(p) a drunken sailor across my room to check on a few other minor dilate in my daily tone- my pets. I first peer at Gordon the stick- louse and fall flat him a quick spray of water to moisten him up. I hence tap on Bob the wild voles little chicken coop check his supply of food and water. Next is Ruby and Pip the rats who be as well as ra ttling their bowls ilk ungrateful toddlers. I get to in a few choice morcels of Rody rat Food.I keep Molly and Bagpuss, my other cat, sponging for their breakfast in the accessionway. I stagger downstairs after them, to the kitchen, where they argon disposed whiskas cat food, which I faculty add, is credibly both the virtually revolting smelling, and looking pet food I take a crap ever had the pleasure of servingLast exclusively non least argon the outside pets Poppy and Annabelle the guinea- pigs, Socks the rabbit and his sister, Saffy who has five baby bunnies, who are given Russel rabbit food. Thats not all yet The very last but merely as important member of the family is Ren the lonely goldfish, who is given Tetra-Finn goldfish flakes. You might be pretending what a zoo I have, but we hit the sack them all very muchI now, ultimately have time to divide my own self out. By this time I am p guileially conscious, so I leap wilfully into the shower, before any(prenom inal)one else and skirmish with the hot and cold taps until I whole tone I am sufficiently cleansed. I then do everything, which anyone else ordinarily does during their time in the bathroom.I invariably dry my hair course or I look like approximatelything which has stepped out of a Stephen King book, and scrape it back or do something with it until it looks something vaguely like a style(not one of my self-coloured points).I am normally late by now so I yank on clothes like well, how anyone else does- underwear, then trousers, shirt, tie, socks. Ah The socks- I always make sure they are nothing short of,well, comical.They are either Chicken Run, The Simpsons, Wallace and Gromit, a silly pattern or dependable oddMy next task is then to check my bag and do any un-done home work for the day, whilst attempt to bolt down a slice of dry bread, or anything which resembles breakfast material. virtually days I combine these few tasks with yanking on my normally muddy Doc Martens, trying not to fall over, poking my head out the window to check on the (usually grim) weather situation, rifling through all my pockets for a door key and asthma pump, macrocosm groaned at by Mum who is lour at her wrist watch, tripping out of the front door and finally shoving my untidy self and scrappy discipline belongings into one of collar cars.I most enjoy travelling to trail in my sisters (katy) metallic- mettlesome Mini because it feels as through you are in a miniskirt rollercoaster (especially going over bumps), and I LOVE roller- coastersOur highly intellectual communication whilst on our ten minute journey to school and Mum to the school where she teaches normally consists ofYou really need to get up earlier in the mornings, Holly, especially as its Monday. Ive got to get to school and do things.Yes, Mum. OR..I really dont know how you can concentrate at school without eating breakfastOK, Ill try, Mum. OR..Oh, no I forgot my melody money/ that slip you were supp osed to compact/ my door key/ my HOMEWORKEvery one at school is broadly in a chatty mood when I arrive. On certain days one person gets out of bed the rail at way and makes us miserable too. Charlene is always there with her sixth work out boyfriend Anthony, and everyone joins on for a good natter. When Vicky arrives, Anthony or herself have a good scoff at each other if there has either been a Manchester United or Arsenal lucifer- or no match at allWhen the pips go, from Charlene its normally Giss a kiss to Anthony, who either pretends not to have heard or actually kisses her.In form time I make sure I am listening for my name, then I can start thinking- usually about lessons to come.My favourite lessons generally are Textiles, English and History- mainly because most of the time you get to give your own opinion about issues, but most of all because I can then use my own ideas such as yeasty writing in English and designing and making childrens clothes in Textiles.My friends and I natter like educated mice about who shot Phil, who fancies Emma, what happened at Penenden Heath last night Jenny, and can I borrow your homework, enraptureBy lunch time I am generally worldly and longing for sleep. I either eat sandwiches filled with tuna (brain food- I wonder why) or pasta with bolognese, or sometime(prenominal)s right a salad. I tend to only drink water most of the time because fizzy drinks are not very appealing when you are so thirstyMost lunch times Vicky and Emma like to go and flirt with boys in our year. I find this quite pathetic. Charlene and I constituent this thought, so we sit and talk about peck or well, proficient about anything. When the days are getting close to half-term or a holiday, we like to plan a trip to Chessington with Anthony and Jennifer. Quite often a food fight starts up or Gary comes over to show us his Where did it go? coin trick, which keeps us amused for most of the forty-five minutes. Occasionally, I will have the odd arm wrestle or smooch fight.After lunch I feel more at take over with the day, knowing that there are only two lessons to go.My favourite afternoon of the week is a Friday (of course), when everyone is winding down and preparing events for the weekend, such as going into town for no apparent reason (which I really hate), and the teachers are just as tired as us, so they understand our lack of intelligence.After school I eat a snack of rice- cakes or a sandwich. Quite often I like to go for a bike ride with my friend Rachel through the Barming forest to see the haunted tree, although we have to be careful that we show respect, because a signalman was hung there years ago and no one is allowed (or able) to cut it down, so there are loads of tree stumps around it Spooky, eh?When I get home, I like to relax and watch you know what (T.V.). On some nights I do trampolining which I love because it is actually very relaxing and good for you At the moment I am working on the wide gap b etween silver and gold award (up to back-wards somersault).During sometime every day I like to sit on my attic bag and think about things like what happened during the day, how I feel, what to do tomorrow, what sort of career I would like to have in twenty years, people, things like that, or I write them down in a diary, just to make me feel better.After dinner with my family, I do any homework needed to be done and get ready for bed quickly because I love wearing my pyjamas- they are so prosperousIf my sister is home I go and talk to her about her day. Most evenings, her boyfriend and soul-mate Del (Derek) comes round and they go out to the Muggleton, the Thirsty Pig, Hogshead, or the joint bar. Katy is or so nineteen and about a centimetre taller than me. I think she is very beautiful (and so does everyone else). She has extremely long brown naturally curly hair and large blue eyes. I find her interest in terms of dress sense and personality. She tries very hard to think diffe rently to others and always makes sure things are fair- I find this in my Mum and Dad as well because I have always regarded our family as very different to others I have seen. For example- none of us like football but we all love old music by people like Louis Armstrong.My Mum is brave she is a teacher for special needs, and my Dad is a post-man in the Sutton Valence area.When I am older I would definitely like to work with animals. I would like to get a job and save up to run a cattery for ill treated cats.I but I do not just want a career, I want to travel around the world, see everything, have great experiences, break records. Sometimes I feel so infuriated that people take what they have for granted. Why do people want others to be so unhappy? It also makes me angry that people do not care what they do or how they do it. Why do people want to be the homogeneous as each other? What would really make me happy would be to have the power to iron out the world- there would be no poor, no rich, no evil, no such thing as prejudice- everyone would have the same amount of money and food etc. People can dream, I suppose.I talk to things like this to my parents and sister, especially Mum, who enjoy working with children and people with disabilities etc. In the evenings I also love to talk to Dad, who enjoys art and pottery and things like that. I, my self love animals, roller-coasters, art, colours, trampolining, bike riding, writing stories and haemorrhoid of different grunger music. There are lots of things I like, but also lots of things I dislike big gold jewellery, cruelty to animals, amatory films, pop music, pink, being bored, sitting still for too long, football, and people who are horrible to others for no reason.On Friday evenings I get eight pounds allowance, which is worn-out(a) very differently every week. I feel really grownup that I have not got a job at the moment, although I have had several paper rounds, one of which I kept for almost a year .I think I could say that not many an(prenominal) people understand me very well, but the truth is, I really do not care Vicky is always on at me for being unsociable. I do not care about that either I tend to keep my thoughts to myself than talk about them. Around 1030 PM my thoughts start to get a bit more mixed-up because my mind knows that it has done its job for the day, and is time to rest. I am normally snoozing by 1100PM but inside, my brain is going tick, whirr, clunk as it is thinking nooo Its Monday tomorrow, or yes Its Saturday tomorrow But right at the back, where the cobwebs are I am thinking I am so lucky, because of my life so far.