The disaster day

Dear diary,

I would love to say that today was the best day of my life, but I just can't! Why I hear you cry? Well it all started when I awoke from the most vicious dream ever, I mean what would a clown and a mime be doing in my balcony? And why were they playing with my remote control helicopter? I wish I had the answers, but that was just a dream, it couldn't get any worse than that, could it? Just when I thought it couldn't get any worse I had woken up at nine o'clock, let me just say it wasn't my fault, my stupid brother didn't wake me up I mean it is his job to do that so why didn't he. We'll he did not wake up to the alarm on his phone and the worst part of this was that buses were on strike so I would have to walk from deptford all the way to blackheath and back at home time. But what I didn't know was that my school had changed every rule and that if your late to school you will get an hour detention but I wasn't up for it. First the dream then the late wake up then the bus