I hopped into the shower and stepped under the warm water, closing my eyes and the stream trickled across my face. A light knocking on the door followed by the worried voice of Alicia caused me to hurry through the shower. “Hurry up, we have no food.” Alicia whined as I dressed myself in my comfy shopping clothes. I brushed my teeth and washed my face. After, I tended to... ... middle of paper ... ...ed over it.
I went straight into the bathroom, had a wash, brushed my teeth and went back into my room to dress. We were obviously allowed to ware our casual clothes, so I slipped on some trousers and a shirt and went down stairs. My mother had already started to make my breakfast, she was making something which smelled like bacon. As I went into the kitchen I noticed it was egg and bacon that my mum was cooking. I said good morning and poured myself some water which I have every morning and went to sit down on the sofa.
But she knew this was the only way to be free of him, tommorrow she would get pregnant the only way she could. 9 Months Ago She woke up late and so Ryan had already left for work. Takeing a quick shower and a light breakfast, she took her fertility pill and left headig towards Jack 's house on her bike. It was 10:00 so Amy would already be at school, but Jack had a design he was working on for a reconscructed library so he would be locked up in his study pouring over notes and graphs. She park by the fallen tree again and went to the door.
We are on vacation so why don’t you go to your room and go back to sleep!” I said as I slowly close the door in her face. “Come on Tiffany we are in Hawaii, it is to beautiful here to be sleeping in every day. Plus I saw this cute surfboard instructor in the lobby and I think we need to go check him out and get some lessons.” As she is talking she is walking in the door and into my closet throwing clothes on the bed for me to wear that day. Knowing that there was no chance that I would be able to get back in bed I walked to the bathroom to get ready for another day at the beach. Though being rushed out the front door the excitement from Janet was bubbling over to me.
I am not trying to brag but they have. I have been loved by many, but only really loved one. The fact that I can not make myself love them has ruined all of these relationships. They should not have tried to make me love them. I liked them, we got along, but I could not love them no matter how hard I tried.
The day of the murder he left the house at nine thirty. Prior to that time Lizzie work up, waited for her parents to finish eating and went downstairs herself to eat breakfast. (It had become a custom for her and her sister to avoid eating meals with their father and stepmother.) Not long after this Mrs. Borden asked the maid to wash the windows. She did as she was told and spent the rest of the day going throughout the house.
Alison’s alarm went off, and she groaned. Usually, her mum would have shouted for her to get up and out of bed by now. However, today not a sound was heard and Alison knew this was a bad sign. She clicked her alarm off and went to the bathroom and had a wash. Downstairs in the kitchen, all was quiet too. It was as though her mum had not been home all night, until she saw a mug by the sink.
I gave up and went to take a shower. When I came out, my bed was made and my mom called me down for breakfast, which I didn’t feel like having. I just drank a glass of orange juice. My mother went to the porch to sit. After a few seconds I decided to join her.
Rebecca and Sam ran down the stairs so quickly that they almost tripped over each other, but they managed to make it in one piece. They started to race to the kitchen to get some breakfast but stopped in the living room to find their mom asleep on the couch again. There was a large bottle on the coffee table with only a small amount of liquid left in it. They knew their mom would not be up today. Sadly they finished walking to the kitchen.
She groaned. She had forgotten to turn off her alarm again and as a result she was now wide awake at seven in the morning on the one day she didn’t have class for absolutely no reason. She let out a little sigh as she trudged into what she supposed could be called a kitchen, but in all honesty was more of a 4 by 4 square with a fridge, an oven, and a sink, to make herself a cup of tea. As she waited for the water to boil she looked begrudgingly around at her tiny one bedroom flat. It was all of seven hundred and fifty square feet, sparsely furnished with the cheapest effects she could find on craigslist, and entirely on the wrong side of town.