Beep! Beep! Beep! There goes my alarm.
Another Monday morning. Double maths and then double history.
“GET UP OR YOU WILL BE LATE!” Yelled Mum.
I looked at my alarm. 7:51am.
It is nine minutes to eight and I leave for my bus at eight!
Where is my hairbrush? “Mum have you seen my hairbrush?” I tie my hair up in a messy ponytail.
I rush downstairs and skip exactly four steps. Anyway, let’s stop focussing on the details.
I grab a mouthful of dry cornflakes and my school bag.
“Bye Mum! I am staying for after school hockey today, is that ok?” I say.
“Yes that is fine, I will pick you up at quarter to five then! Now hurry or you will miss the bus!” She replied.
I walk down the road to the bus stop. Exactly two minutes away from my house. Where are all my friends? I look at my watch.
8:02am! Noooooooooo! I missed the bus by two minutes!
Two minutes later… “Mum, I need a lift!”
(This is not real, it is just a story, and good thing it is nearly the summer HOLIDAYS!)