I Hate Wednesday

• Laura Woodham, Grade 6
• Short Story
• 2019

I yawn deeply as the hot, bright Sun melts into my messy bedroom like lava. My blue eyes widen with horror as I looked at my bright pink alarm clock. “It’s 8:00am already?” I yell, dramatically. “I have to get ready!” I add, panting. “Wake up, Laura!” Mum yells from the kitchen. “I’m up! Calm down!”, I shout back. I try to find my balance as my eyes adjust to the bright lights around me.
I stumble into my greys shorts, and dirty blue shirt. I rusingh through to the kitchen, I grab my holographic lunchbox and matching drink bottle, and throw them into my big, ugly school bag. “Get in the car!” Mum screams. I rush past my little sister, knocking her over, and jump into the car.
“What do I do, mum? I told you I was going to be late!”, I exclame,, dramatically.
“You’ll be fine. Just walk in, and no one will notice.”mum says, brushing it off like a piece of dirt.
“Fine!”
I heave the classroom door open with my school books in my arms. I squint, hoping it was just me daydreaming, as I see my spelling book slip out of my left arm. Everyone turns their heads judgingly towards me, as it crashes to the ground making a loud-BANG!
I sitting down next to my best friend, Sadie,embarrassed. “Nice one, Laura!”, she whispers.