This is my story

Sleep is Like Food

Sleep is like food to me, it's precious. So my alarm waking me up an hour before it should of pretty much just ruined my morning. If it wasn't time for me to get up yet, then i would not be getting up. 

It felt like i had only just rolled over and closed my eyes when i was roughly, and rudely awoken by someone shaking me like a magnitude 8 earthquake. You know, in most stories, the expectation in the morning, is that you get woken up so nicely, someone pulling back the curtains and gently shaking you until you wake... well the thought of that actually happening even once in my house, scares me. Even though it would probably make a change to how i act towards any living creature in the morning...it's just not how my family has choosen to do. 

"GOOD MORNING!" said a cheery girl voice, as she shook me again.

Great, i thought. It was my 13 year old peepsqueak of a sister.

"Daisy, if you shake me one more time I swear i will come over there." I grumbled from under my covers. The girl was happy, and it was the morning of the first day back at school... Is it just me, or is that not normal? I turned over letting my back face her, i hoped she'd get the gesture, but of course she didn't. 

"That's what i want because it's 7:30 and you're missing the first-day-back breakfast that mum always makes." She gave me another violent shake and then jumped out of the way like she knew my hand would come out and try to grab her, which it did. Therefore for the first time that morning, the girl was right to move, because i was aiming to hit her; hard. 

"Just leave you little shi-" I began but she cut me off.

"No sweaarrriinnggg," She sang and then skipped out of my room. 

At least she left, i thought as i slid as deep as possible under my duvet. 

Lets just discuss my family shall we? They are not like normal families. My family is weird beyond belief but you could say i liked it better that way; because everyones weird, you just have to embrace it. My family is very close though, and we do a lot of things together, but to my sisters disgust it is too much. Since Daisy is 13 now she is going through a 'who even cares' stage in her rollercoaster of teenage-hood and it gets on everyones nerves. But what can you really do? She's a good girl though, just stuck in that stage where everyone cares too much about who they are and how they look. I also have an older brother who is 18, called Owen. Let me just tell you, he could make a sponge laugh. How is that possible you ask? Well he's just Owen, and that is your answer. But no it doesn't end there, my parents weren't finished yet. My last sibling is my little 9 year old brother Connor. I honestly think Connor is just permanetly on a sugar high because he is always running around saying random words and acting like that crazed squirrel from Hoodwinked, after it drank all that coffee; and I'm not joking. 

As for my parents, William and Lisa, well they both act childish most of the time. My dad and i have a very banter fulled relationship, making fun of each other with our witty, or just my priceless comments - I like to think that anyway. My dad is the strongest and bravest person i know, whereas my mum is the sweetest and best advice giver i know. But saying that my mum is very strange. And when i say that i don't really know how to explain it, but it's extremely funny. 

I guess that just leaves me? The 1/2 of, 15 year old middle child. I guess we could call me popular if we wanted to put labels on people, but i just know a lot of people. I'm confident and funny, but most of that is just to do with me being weird and not caring about what people think.

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As i couldn't get back to sleep with the constant thought of it being late, and still feeling like i was on a boat with vicious waves hitting the sides, i decided i should probably get up. Oh, here's another point, this is not a musical, people don't just wake all happy and dance to a song and by the end they are ready; it's exactly the oppsite.