Beeps! Beeps! Bebeep! Bebebebeep! The first noises I hear in the mornings, before I wallop the alarm with a tired fist. A brief feeling of relief washes over my mind; I know that I have eight more minutes of blissful silence, or so I think.
Bong! The clang of the grandfather clock down in the hall is what really forces me awake. This is no easy task as I am snuggled up in my comfy bed with gentle light streaming through the curtains… and a noisy so-and-so of a robin who likes to sit on the outer sill, chirpy-chirpy-cheep-cheep. Bong!The clock continues. I am then forced to get up and make the bed.
Once the sheets are smooth and tidy, the clock gives its seventh and final chime and I am fully awake. I sneak quietly into the bathroom, avoiding the squeaky floor board as if it’s a bomb. There I have a quick shower, the cool water is a wee bit of a shock at first but I soon warm to it! Then after merrily brushing my teeth I get dressed.Now suited and booted, I step lightly down the stairs. Just as I think my quiet decent has gone without a hitch, the bottom step creaks loudly. I know I only have a short time of peace and quiet left so I make a chocolate pancake and slap on some creamy brown Nutella chocolate spread.
A glass of pure, cool, white milk is gulped down my gullet after which I feel refreshed and ready for the day ahead. Now I’m free to watch some of my favourite TV shows on Sky. By now the entire household is up getting ready for work and school.Within twenty minutes I am dandering along the road as if I have all the time in the world. I see friendly faces in the houses and in the gardens as I go by; my grandmother out pruning the strong smelling rose garden next to her cottage, Irene the post-woman flying from house to house as if in a high speed F1 race. On my way past I stop at Asda to take advantage of their endlessly enticing offers, offering everything from 20% off, to BOGOF (Buy one get one free!). Then I trudge the last hundred yards to school.
The bell rings to life… I’m late.
The long seven hours of school go by unrelentingly. Then the bell rings to signal the end of torture and I walk home. By four o’clock the weather has reached its third season of the day – Spring, i.e. it is bucketing! Seeing our healthy garden in the rain is a pleasant sight, the way everything seems to become more resilient when the rain slips by it. As usual, by half-past four, I could eat an elephant but I normally settle for Thai Chilli crisps. Their hot burning stings my tongue and it takes a glass of milk to put out the tasty burning fire of flavour.
Once I have said hello to everyone who is at home I trudge up the stairs to the slaughter house… my homework. For the next hour or two, torture tediously continues. My task complete; merry with glee and full of relief I jump down the stairs in two rabbit-like hops. Half-way down the smell of sweet pepper and tomato salsa waft up to my noise, my favourite meal; spicy chicken fajitas! Tasty but messy but amazingly good, I once again use cool, sweet, pure milk to sooth my burning tongue. After watching some of the soaps on ITV, a shower is a refreshing end to a long day.
Leaving the mystery novel on the side table I switch off the light, pull up the covers and close my eyes. As usual just as I begin to lose consciousness I realise I haven’t set the alarm so I force my weary hand to turn on the light. My eyes burn with the sudden light. Alarm set, checked and double checked; I sink back into the toasty warm silence of peaceful sleep. The day is ended, the dawn is nigh but now I fall asleep with a tired sigh.