Why My Sister Has Swimming Lessons

Chapter 1

I woke up this morning with the annoying screech of my alarm clock. 7:30am. It was a monday morning and i really didn't feel in the mood for school. I opened my blind and squinted at the morning sunlight that came pouring in, i stumbled still half a sleep searching for my hair brush to sort out the nest of my bed hair. Once i had put on my school uniform and my makeup, and my hair was plaited, i ran down the stairs and to my pleasent surprise, there on the kitchen table was a warm cup of tea and two pancakes to sweeten my monday, morning mood.
In walked my sister who was wearing slim-fit jeans and heavy eye makeup. Her long blonde hair (that was to die for) was scraped back in a high pony tail. My mum walked in and took one look at my sister...
"School isn't going to like that makeup and those jeans!" She said.
My sister rolled her big brown eyes outlined in heavy mascara.
It was now 8:10am and my sister and i were walking down to the bus stop. We were discussing excuses to say to my sister's science teacher that she had 'forgotten' her homework (actually the worksheet was accidently-on purpose thrown in the bin!) 5 minutes later a rusty cube made of tin on wheels arrived, aka our school bus. When we took our seats i listened to my music, blocking out the mumbles and grunts of moody teens. Finally we arrived at school, i found my friend Lizzie and started making our way to first lesson, we were deep in conversation until the loud scream of the bell interrupted. And so school begins....