I don't know how she sleeps, it must drive her mad, and being a light sleeper probably doesn't help. Getting in the bathroom is an easy thing for me in the morning, as my dad and sister are usually still asleep. They get up at about the same time, and fight for the bathroom, which puts everyone in a bad mood. 07:30. I am washed and dressed and ready for the same breakfast that I have every morning, TOAST!
“Have you not been paying any attention to me?” she asked, her voice swimming with irritation. A slight ping of guilt ran through my chest, I really need to work on my attention span. I huffed softly and rubbed my eyes, “yea sorry but I’m tired mom, and after all we did finally finish unpacking.” I said as I yawned and rested my head back against my pillow. As the words left my lips I watched a wave of pain washed over my mom, shit! I instantly regretted reminding her about the unpacking.
I french braided it tightly before going back into my bedroom and crawled on the floor to my bed trying to dig out my beaten up pair of converse. “ Lily… come on, it’s time for school,” I gently shook her awake watching her large coco brown eyes open. “ No… too early…” She whined rolling over and getting herself out of bed, “ Do you have to go to work today Anna?” I nodded a bit sadly, “ Sorry sweet. But, I’ve got to go.” She sighed and went over to the small walk in closet that we had converted into a bedroom for my little six year old brother. It tore at my heart everytime I watched them get ready for school, or when they get ready to go to bed at night that there is no possible way for... ... middle of paper ... ... wasn’t early to work because of it I thought it was worth spending the time with her.
I woke up with a loud scream which took over the silence that filled my room. My mom came running to my room just to check on me. It was a very unusual dream and I couldn’t remember anything of it. At that moment it seemed as if it was reality and I hated that awkward feeling that I kept getting. The shirt that I was wearing was stuck to my body and my face had turned all red.
A Day in the Life of- Personal Narrative Being shaken awake by my mum I turn over annoyed, thrown my pillow over my head and groan in miserable agony at the thought of having another early morning. That dreaded feeling, the kind that makes you feel like your heart’s in the pit of your stomach, overcomes me as I know that at any moment my mum is going to put on the light, open the curtains and threaten me with a jug of cold water or being dragged by my feet out of bed, and promptly down the very bumpy staircase. I begrudgingly pull myself off the bed and half walk, half fall into my bathroom. Even with all my misery it gets ten times worse with the dread of school. I still do not understand the concept of going to school early, everyone is completely out of it anyway.
Bye.” Jennifer says all in one breath, and before I could get a word out a faint click signaled the end of our conversation. I sighed again, this time louder as I tuck my phone in my pocket, the raised spirit of friendship falling down into a pit in my stomach where it belongs. As I think, I scuttle around my apartment, attempting to tidy up the already-spotless rooms. When I’m sure there’s nothing else to clean, I collapse onto the end of my bed and raise my wrist up to my face. Eight hours and thirty-six minutes ‘till show time, according to my watch.
Fierce heat overwhelmed her, pressing her sweater closer to her skin, snuggling deep into her chest. The fireplace was burning in the living room, where her father sat, asleep on the sofa. Isobel kicked her shoes off and pulled her suitcase back up the stairs like she had done many times before. Her bedroom was exactly how she left it. Her mismatched sheets jeered to one side of her bed, the curtains over the thin window still peered open, and even the water bottle she used to take the pills with still sat on her rug.
Since Jim left that meant there wasn't enough money to make ends meet. Another day of endless job-hunting for a job she was never going to get. She wasn't sure what was worse the apologetic eyes followed with the “we’re so sorry" or the condescending eyes with the “and why haven't you worked in three years" tongue lashes. Determinedly she pushed Jim and the rest of her day aside and pulled herself out of bed and shut off the alarm before it could go off again. She pulled her worn robe over her sweater and T-shirt she wore to bed in order to stay warm and keep the heating bill down, the one she already couldn't pay, and left the room.
Arya wandered around, passing some of the servants who were already on their feet getting things in order for the day. Finally Arya walked towards Mother's chambers thinking that Father was almost certainly in his solar by now, leaving Mother alone, so that Arya might crawl into Mother's bed with her, without anyone knowing. She knocked softly and waited for a reply, as her parents had often said she should do, but she had never been patient and when no reply came she knocked again, this time a little bit harder. After the second knock she heard a soft noise coming from inside and she opened the door softly and peeked inside. The first thing she saw was that Father had, in fact, not left for his solar.
Stumbling in her flat, Riley's head pulsated from the constant complaints, bratty kids, and outrageous hours. She shuffled to the loo only to discover she was out of Advil, slamming the cabinet door shut she checked the time on her wristwatch. “Great, looks like I'm getting takeout again,” she sighed. “Because I need to meditate.” Walking to her bedroom she kicked off her shoes and felt her toes sink into the shaggy carpet. Riley made a direct path to her closet to change into more leisurely clothes; remembering the reports of a peeping Tom in the area.