Falling Together

9 Years Old

Mum wakes me up at 8 o'clock for school. I hate waking up in the morning. I mean, who doesn't? But I wake up anyway because school is important, that's what mum says.

I use the bathroom and get dressed for school and then go downstairs and have my breakfast. Why can't school start at like 10? Ugh I really hate school!

Mom drops me at school and then goes to work. She's working all the time. I wish she spent more time with me at home.

Today is my recitation that means I have to stand infront of the whole class and speak about Importance of Food. That's actually a really childish topic. I mean I am a growp up girl now. I mean I can pour milk in my glass without spilling it.

Anyway, I'm really very nervous because I am a shy girl and shy girls don't just simply talk infront of the whole class without stammering or making a joke out of themshelves.

I enter my classroom very nervously might I add. This is my english period. So you know, death.

Ms. Mary calls out the first roll number. Mine is 12, so that doesn't help at all.
I'm revising my matter when my teacher calls my name. Time seriously flys. Like a honeybee.

I slowly get up from my seat and make my way to the front of the class.

"Good morning to all, my topic is Importance of food."

I totally forgot whatever I leart earlier. I was blank. Like totally.

"Um..we should eat food because it's healthy and very tasty? Tho not junk because that's harmful, but we all do that anyway."

My teacher was giving me really weird looks and half of the students were looking at me as if I grew two heads or something while half of them wanted to just laugh out loud. I don't even know half of the stuff I was talking.

After awhile Miss. Mary sends me back to my seat for which I'm thankful but I already made a really big joke out of myself.

Rest of the day goes by pretty quickly. When I reach home I just want to sleep. I usually play after I'm back but today was not a very good day for me.

Mom is at work and well dad is not home..as usual. I'm home with my housemaid, she has been with us since I was born so she can be trusted.

I feel tired and sad(because of what happened today). I mean I am a shy girl and I felt to humiliated so I just go to my room and sleep. Because that's the only cure right now. I really hope when I wake up all the problems would go away like I wish mum would be home more often and dad would come back from where ever he is (mum never tells me where he is) and live with us. But you and I both know that's not possible. The things to get fixed so easily, I mean.

I close my eyes and dream of Alex in the hopes of getting a much better sleep.

I know she's only nine. But she's not like most of the nine year olds. Emily's a bit more mature