1 May 2012
("poor dad" a tear rolled down my cheek)
I gently put the note in my pants pocket and walked back downstairs. * * * (if this doesn't make sense; the kettle had already boiled- see last post.)I took the tea bag out of the mug and put it in the bin, I went over to the fridge and look around for the milk "Ah, there it is!" I whisper. I took the milk, unscrewed the cap and poured it in my mug, and ta dah- there's my tea for this morning. I placed the lid back onto the milk and put it back in the fridge.
I sip it gingerly, it's still quite hot. I put it down. I walk over to the couch and turn on the morning news. I flick through the channels. I stop at channel ten, for the weather. " a top of 22" the lady says. I think that sounds like a nice day. I walk back up to the kitchen bench and gulp the rest of my drink since it had cooled a bit. I'm not hungry so I skip breakfast and pack my lunch for today.
I sprint upstairs to grab my bag and then chuck my bag downstairs ungracefully. I then slide down the awesome banister we have and hop off at the end. I look at my watch, it's 7:00.
I pack my lunch into my bag, grab my key- turn off the tv and head out the door, I then close the front door and lock it.
I live quite a while away from my school, my patents thought it was the "best" school in our area... Event though there are ones about 20 minutes away. But oh well, I won't be at this school for much longer- it can't be THAT bad can it? Just a few more days...........
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