At home a plate of healthy food is shoved under my nose.
I pick up my fork, eat a bit and then place my fork down.
"I'm awfully tired Mum, I think I'll do some homework and get some sleep" I say to mum.
She nods and I go into my room get into bed and fall asleep; doing none of the homework due tomorrow.
In the morning I wake up in heaven. I am so comfy in my fluffy bed, I stretch out and yawn slowly getting out and changing for the long day of school ahead.
I tiptoe into the kitchen and gulp down the protein shake and the banana sitting there ready for me. I see mum has already packed my lunch in my bright blue lunch box and I chuck the lunch box along with my water bottle into my bag.
I sling my sports bag onto my left shoulder my school bag on my right and head out into the cold outside before jumping into mums ute.
These leather seats are freezing my bum cheeks off.
Being only 8.15am on an autumn morning the sky is still pink and the sun has only popped out by the time of 8.25am that mum pulls up to school at.
The boarders and a few of the kids that walk to school are already talking around the lockers and bag racks. I walk in smile spread across my face and say good morning cheerfully to everyone who is around.
I find Sarah one of my good friends and we chatter away until eventually all of the kids file in and the bell goes and we hurry like little ants in the Sahara Desert to cram around each other while we quickly pull our books out from the small rectangular lockers.
I look at my timetable and tag along with one of my "casual" friends and we head off for a long day of boring classes and double maths.
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When Pigs Fly
Teen FictionYou know when you see that girl; the one you're secretly jealous of? The one who gets at least an 'A' in every subject. The one who's good at sport and is really pretty. She's also good at music, dancing and drama as well as public speaking and to t...
