A Day in School Life

A Day in School Life

The day begins with a high-pitched yell, "moooooooorninnnnng" from my

mother. I wake up tired with a headache as I think I have a cold. I

rush to leave the house, my father complains about the lack of urgency

in my movement by shouting out the time every five minutes.

There is not enough time to drink my tea; the tea burns my tongue as I

gulp it down my throat, leaving a nasty taste. I ran as fast as I can

towards my bus stop. Upon arriving I realize that despite the hectic

hurry of mornings I am actually early. "I really should tell my

parents what time the bus comes so my mornings can be more relaxed," I

tell myself.

The large coach's doors slide open to a small flight of stairs, which

give way to the seats, the people on it are all staring out of the

window. Everybody seems somber and detached. However, when I go to sit

next to my friend, he hesitates about removing his bag from the seat I

want to sit on. He grins and laughs a bit and I smirk back at him,

puzzled but amused by the laughter.

When the bus climbs up the hill where my school is a sense of dread

and uncertainty creeps in on me. Upon arriving everyone rushes off the

bus. I on the other hand like to sit and wait for a while. A wide

walkway, paved with slabs of stone and running between two concreted

sports areas, fenced with metal, mimicking the steel bars of prison,

leads to a large flight of stairs. At the top is the square concrete

block that is my school. The school sits on the hill with a sense of

aloofness overlooking the villas dotted around, the barred windows and

detachment make it feeling like I am going to Alcatraz.

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rolls with brown filling, the food served is sufficient. The diner

ladies sometimes serve extra chips or whatever being served with their

bare hands, they come up to a table and toss the chips on your plate

after coughing into their hands.

"Two more lessons to go," I tell myself, and thankfully I have maths

with Mr. Allman next whose personality makes the lesson seem pleasant

enough. I am dreading my last lesson, science, because although I

enjoy the subject I am too tired. However, in science I hear that I

have been given an A grade for my coursework. I am encouraged by this

mark and I become more receptive and learn quite a lot.

The day ends and I wait for my bus by playing a little basketball and

talking a bit. When the bus arrives I sit next to a friend but we

don't talk, as there is nothing to talk about.