My eyes wide open; I slowly sit up on my bed as I gaze at the clock on my aged T.V ;that had once belonged to my parents when they were habitants of my room. I fall into a deep stare until I realise my eyesight turning cloudy and I can no longer focus on the black mechanism showing blue digital numerals.
I feel the strong blinding light coming from my oversized windows on my soft olive skin which brings warmth to my body giving me a moment of deep thought; almost hinting that something pretty fascinating would occur very soon.
Leaping from my towering bed I remember that she had finally left; the women that was constantly on my backside annoying me and trying to get on my nerves had left for a month and that my friends is.... my mother. I understand that what I'm saying isn't the nicest thing a daughter could say about their mother but in this case I feel the necessity to explain that my madre, as I like calling her, is the most amazing but extremely annoying human I have ever met. Turning our heads back to the story she doesn't play a huge role but she leaves for a month as she is sent to go work with my auntie on the outskirts of london, meaning my younger sister and I have the house to ourselves.
