January 16th 2015.
BEEEEEEEEP! The shrill alarm rang loud enough to wake the street. About to roll over and go to sleep, Alex suddenly remembered. Oh shit, it's the day of Gran's funeral!
Without another thought I reluctantly dragged myself out of bed.
After carefully stepping over the building laundry pile on the floor, I rushed into the bathroom and turned on the shower. Getting the temperature just right and removing my pjamas I in.
I love the feeling of the water dripping down my back like a waterfall. It reminds me of the one I visited with her parents in Yorkshire last summer.
Parents now divorced so that would never happen again!
Minutes later after finishing up in the shower, I stood wrapped in a towell staring blankly inside my wardrobe.
What on earth Am I going to wear?
Finally, deciding on a knee length laced black dress with black converse, I was dressed and ready to go.
Arriving downstairs my mum smiled sadly asking if I was ready.
Grabbing an apple out of the fruit bowl, I hurried to the car and my mum cautiously pulls out of the drive way.
