A Day in My Life

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A Day in My Life

My alarm clock starts beeping at 7:15 exactly and I groan and try to

imagine that it isn't there. When the noise doesn't stop I roll over

and hurl the unlucky object across the room. It invariably hits a

precariously balanced pile of books or CD's and they invariably come

crashing down, adding to the scene of devastation that is my bedroom

floor. I then slowly drift off to sleep again; until, twenty minuets

later, I am rudely awakened by my mum's voice shouting: "Danny you'll

be late for school!".

I turn over looking for my alarm clock and, realising that it's no

longer a foot away from my right ear but at the other side of the

room, I slowly climb out of my bed and get dressed.

Breakfast is usually a bowl of four Wheetabix piled high with sugar

and a cup of coffee. About half way through my Wheetabix, the doorbell

rings. I shovel in the remainder of my food and rush upstairs to clean

my teeth.

It's Fraser at the door. He insists that if I'm not ready buy

eight-twenty then we must try and get a lift from my mum. My mum,

understandably, doesn't like this and I get the blame.

So I rush about trying to find, amongst other things, my English book

or triple science textbook.

I'm ready by 8:20 and Fraser and I enjoy a fairly leisurely walk to

school.

Our topics of conversation are, to say the least, varied. One minute

we may be talking about the football match last night and the next we

may be discussing the pros and cons of Captain Scarlets new

anti-Mysteron weapon.

After the fifteen-minute stroll, we arrive at school where we proceed

to take the longest route possible to our tutor room. Why t...

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... My ATC uniform, (which consists of two shirts, a pair of trousers, a

jumper and some highly polished black leather DMS shoes; along with my

Waterproof jacket, my 'GP' Jacket and my Corporals stripes), occupies

the only tidy part of my bedroom.

If it is not a Monday or Thursday, however, I banish all thoughts of

the ATC from my brain and sit down to some horribly overdue homework

or go online and browse some websites on JavaScript while chatting to

six different people at once (one of whom I don't know at all but

whose name, I have discovered, is Tom).

At about nine thirty I go downstairs and either eat, watch TV or read

for half an hour or so. At about ten-fifteen I retire to bed and

either fall asleep directly or read for fifteen minutes and the drop

off. Either way, I am usually fast asleep by eleven o'clock.

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