Something So Small

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CHAPTER 2 –

*Friday 18th April*

Finally! It’s Friday which means tomorrow is the weekend and no more school!

I was rudely awoken by the violent buzzing sound of my alarm clock which was sitting next to me on my bed-side table. It shook my bed, making it extremely difficult to go back to sleep – even for 5 more minutes. I slapped the palm of my hand on top of the snooze button and, at once, the annoying vibration came to an end. I rolled my eyes and made a loud groan.

I just have to survive one more day!

I pulled my duvet covers across my body, letting the cold air reach my legs which were now not covered or protected by anything.

One more day!

I placed my two little feet on the floor – even this took a lot of trouble! I put my hands either side of me, down on the bed and slowly stoop up.

How hard is it to get out of bed?

I put my dressing gown on to warm me up again as, living in a house with a broken boiler is quite a struggle.

Ugh

I strolled over to my wall where my calendar was. I grabbed a pen from nearby and marked a large cross on the number ‘18’. I kept reminding myself that it was soon the end of the week. I said it over and over again in my head so I would know I could last one more day!

I drew the curtains back over the windows and the beautiful, natural sunlight shines trough, lighting up my whole bedroom. The rays of the Sun almost blinded me but luckily, I avoided this by opening my door and walking out of my bedroom. I let out a big yawn and plodded my way down the stairs. I reached the bottom and was too tired to realise there was one more step remaining. Too distracted to think properly, I tripped and before I knew it, my face was squashed, uncomfortably, against the hallway floor.

How can I be so accident-prone?

I’m ever so clumsy. You can’t trust me with anything! I’m intelligent, though not blessed with much common sense. I’ve many cuts and bruises all around my body, due to tripping over, walking into doors, and many other unimaginable accidents I’ve managed to cause myself.

Anyway, I got myself together and stood back on both my two feet. I swiftly brushed my hair off of my face and walked to the end of the corridor, where I met the kitchen door in front of me. I twisted the door knob to the right and pushed it further away from me, letting the sight of our messy kitchen come in contact with my eyes.

Our house desperately needs a clean!

I made myself some jam on toast, and scoffed it down within 5 minutes as I was so hungry.

Delicious!

When I finished eating my breakfast at half-past-eight, I added my plate to the washing up pile and ran upstairs to get dressed.

I pulled my ugly, purple uniform out of my cupboard and, unfortunately, had to get into it. I looked at myself in the mirror and tried to smarten myself up a bit – I rolled my skirt up to roughly 10cm above my knee, loosened my tie so I wasn’t being strangled, and rolled my blazer sleeves up to my elbows. Our uniform is awful so you have to somehow make yourself look good in it! Our blazers are black with the purple school badge on the top pocket. Our blouses are white, our skirts are purple and our ties are also purple.

I normally wear long black socks as they keep my legs warm and, also so I don’t have to show my embarrassing scar which is on my left leg. I did it from coming down a slide when I was little. Again, I was being clumsy as ever and I scraped my legs on the hard, concrete ground. I did this when I was about 6 years old and the scar is still there! The only times it gets showed is like, for example, when we have to get changed for P.E. class – that was actually my first lesson that day.