An Unexpected Fate // b.b

Mornings

Mornings why on earth do they exist, no one actually likes waking up, especially when they know in like 1 and a half hours their gonna have to go to school. I bet your mum wakes you up by walking in your room and shaking you lightly until you wake up. Yeah, we'll mine opens the door pulls my sheets off and slams the door shut, sometimes she decent enough to call my name or turn the light on, but only if she's in a good mood.

I roll out of bed and walk to my full body mirror in my room that might I say it rather huge, I know it's every girls dream to have a massive room but when you have to walk from one end of the room to the other early in the morning, I don't think that's any girls dream. When I finally reach my mirror I look in and thank The Lord that I never get messy hair in the morning, or like my mother calls them birds nest. I pull out my brush and quickly give my hair a brush. then I walk back to the others side of the room, ok so maybe I'm over-exaggerating about the size but it still is bloody big. I open the door to my wardrobe and pull out my oh so lovely Penola school uniform. I drape it over my arm and walk to the bathroom and luckily my brother isn't in there so I walk in and turn on the shower, waiting for our shower to warm up is like waiting for grass to grow it take a million years. when it's finally warm I step in and let the water flow over my body, I'm not gonna tell you what I do in the shower because it's most likely the same as what you do so.

Our stairs are creaky as hell I mean legit creaky on every step, but who cares at least I wake up everyone in the house and I don't have to suffer mornings alone. Our kitchen is decent, I mean if you saw it I assume you would think its amazing but seeing as i've lived in it for 18 years it's not amazing to me. I open our pantry and pull out what I normally have for breakfast, Wheat Bix. I put two and a half in The bowl and pour hot milk over the top. As I sit at the bar in the middle of my kitchen I hear our stairs creak, "Jase?" I half yell.

"how'd you know?" he asks sarcastically.

"lucky guess" I shrug my shoulders, shovelling in the last bits of my breakfast and putting my bowl on the sink.

"Why are you so fast in the mornings?" my younger brother asks.

"I'm just skilled" I say skipping into my room.

Am I the only one that knows what there going to do until they step in the room to do it and it completely disappears. Well I found out that standing in the middle of the room your in really helps jog your memory. Ah that's right I need to get my hockey bag from under my bed. I crouch down and reach under my queen sized bed and pull out my purple hockey bag that I have had for 5 years. Hockey training tonight will most likely be the only thing I enjoy today, it's defiantly the only thing I'm looking forward to.

"Hurry up Carlie!" my mums voice echoes up the stars.

"Coming" I shout back.

Stuffing In the last things for hockey tonight I sling my school bag over my back and then my hockey one over the top, as that is how i've decided is the best way to carry it.

After driving for 15 minutes listening to my mothers great taste in music. Hint sarcasm. We finally arrive at the lovely place that I was really looking forward to being at this morning. Oh look at that more sarcasm.

Penola.