Time For School
Beep! Beep! Beep! My alarm clock screams, yet again, urging me to rise up from bed and get ready for school. Groggily, I lift my head toward the clock above me. Reaching out, I whack the snooze button. I have fifteen more minutes until the school bus comes. As I possess the deadly sin of sloth, I let myself drop to the bed, back into the safety and warmth of my cover, a typical decision for a typical day.
Beep! I rise up immediately, my eyes wide open. Panic takes over my body, causing my heart to beat fast. With a swift pound, I stop the beeping and turned off the alarm option of the clock. After a brief glance, I realized I still have ten minutes, nothing to worry about.
I slip on my sandals and walk to my dresser absent-mindedly, while trying to keep my eyes open.
The sluggish part still has not left me. I'm just glad that I am not in a military school. Up and about at seven is enough exercise for me in the morning. Running few miles at dawn? No way.
I reach for the second drawer. As I have more t-shirts than pants, I randomly put on a pair of capris and search everywhere for a matching top. Only occasionally, I have the exact outfit I'm going to wear in my mind.
Next destination: kitchen. I open the refrigerator door and look for my usuals in it. I take out my favorite chocolate filled muffin, the last one too. While opening the cabinet door, grabbing a Starbuck's cappuccino, I bemoaned, since tomorrow, I would eat the chunky walnut muffin. I put the brown muffin in the microwave beside the fridge and heat it up for thirty seconds. If less,