Mornings

"Get up!" Mum yelled from my bedroom doorway. I let out a long tired groan. She stormed to the end of my bomb site of a room and swished away the curtains, revealing light cascading into my room. I took refuge under my duvet, trying to blink away the colorful spots now forming on my eyes. My eyes peeked out of the shadowed duvet taking a quick glance at the time, my eyes shot wide open, it's already 8:10! I athletically leaped out of bed, slipped a pair of new track pants, a yellow t-shirt and a new pair of Nike shoes. I carefully dodged the obstacles scattered across the floor.

 I raced out the door with a flourish of pace, almost halfway down the gravel driveway, I realized I hadn't got my bag or anything.

 Scowering through the cupboards then my eyes locked onto a packet of SKOFFS, I shot my arm of like a bullet and stuffed them in my bag. I muttered to myself, "Am I forgetting anything?" my Mum glared at me expectingly "What?" I said "Cross country!" she yelled. My eyes widened, the words went over and over swirling around my frantic brain. "Oh crap," I blurted out.