Chapter four: moving

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30th December 1997
I wake up to loud noise of my alarm. I fumble with my hand to try and stop it but I can't so eventually I give up and decide to get up. And turn off by the switch. I stumble to the bathroom were look at myself in the mirror. My hair is a complete mess not that I like when looks nice either it a lousy brown colour and it's dead straight but it only goes down to my shoulders. I scowl in the mirror knowing that today was the day. I splash my face with water and run down stairs still scowling. My mother and my two sisters Laura and Bella were eating breakfast. My mum smiles at me "The monster has awoken" she jokes. Even though it's light hearted I still give her my death stare. I grab a bowl and pour stale corn flakes (which are literally the lamest cereal ever) into it. I grab some milk which I also pour into a bowl. I grab a spoon and I start munching my way Through my breakfast.
I finish run up stairs and pull on some black denim trousers, a plain whit t-shirt and a oversized Nike hoodie which navy blue.I look at how little is left in my room and tears slide down my face as I pick up the last objects from my room and put them into cardboard boxes. A money box which is slightly slightly chipped which is has inscribed 1983 the year I was born,I place it carelessly into the box, I grab numerous soft toys from my childhood and chuck them in the box as well. I tear posters off my wall which I should got rid of ages ago things like my oasis posted. I can't stand there music anymore. I would much listen to 2pac or Dr Dre.

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