18 May 2012
I woke up to my irritant alarm clock for college. It was only half past six, but I have to be at school by eight o clock dead. Hermione got out of bed, gently cleansed her face and body, dressed smartly in her sophisticated uniform and made her way downstairs to get some breakfast. I rubbed my eyes in pain, they were sore and they often stung like this. I gathered all the equipment I required to make my breakfast and say down on the rigid sofa eating it up promptly. The television was on the morning news but Hermione always kept the news on, as her dad had told her it was her mums favourite programme. Carefully, she took her empty bowl into the kitchen and poured some orange juice into a large glass, looking at the clock which was ticking loudly above her. I better set off for school. I grabbed my rucksack and shoved my lunch into it. Oh guess what? It was raining. Hermione went back inside to fetch her umbrella and put on her giant anorak. She made her way to school, daydreaming but with no pretty grin to light up her beautiful face. She stepped in a puddle and tumbled over into it. She heard teenage lads laughing at her in the distance. She carried on walking drooping wet until she finally approached her school. She shot the school a look of pure hatred and tried to not get punched by boys. However, she failed miserably and entered the gloomy building.
Dark Saga Chapter 2 • Opuss № I