Room One Superstars!

Monday morning

Bird’s gossip, door’s slam shut, a TV chat’s. As my eye’s sluggishly flutter open. Silence is destroyred by the thunder of footstep’s. I lethargically ignore. “ Lydia, wake up “, Mum’s command dances around the room as I charge down the hallway to my breakfast that was purched in a streak of sunlight spying through the window, I gulp down my dry’ed toast. Then my arm’s sluggishly flop into my clothes, As my toothbrush crawl’s across my teeth.

I peer across to see Caitlin still half asleep “ oh get over it Caitlin” my voice screeches, as I wander into my bedroom a carpet of crinkled clothes lies in the middle of the floor, I ignore as Caitlin and I make our way to the dusty car. Country side fly’s past on the way to school on a frosty morning.

bye lydia