A.M.
The sun shone onto my face. "Rise and Shine!" It shouted delightfully at my face, as it struggled to pull my blanket away from my pyjamas. The fight was tough, as my body was so attracted to the blanket that it refused to let go. My soulless body and the sun played a game of tug-of-war, till I admit defeat and open my eyes to see the blurry sunlight. Sometimes, the first blurry images I see are not of the bright sun, but of the shadows of an angry woman or the digits of the clock which went 'tick-tock, tick-tock.'.It had occurred to me that this game of tug of war, no matter who my opponent was, will always end with me loosing.
Then, I would use all my might to drag my lifeless body towards the bathroom. I would daze at my rustic self, and ponder upon the stupidest things in life, like how I will look if I did not shave, or how I will look if I were of the opposite sex. While useless thoughts ran through my mind, I squeezed the leftover toothpaste in the tube. It is usually the most difficult thing to do every morning, as I try to squeeze out as much toothpaste as I possibly can, scrimping every single bit of toothpaste till the tube crumples or become as thin as a stick. A thin tube of toothpaste could sometimes last for a few weeks, as my thrifty mind would always contemplate to see if a tube of toothpaste was worth two dollars.
After that, I would adjust the heat for my bath. It would always be either too cold or too hot, I do not think that I will ever be pleased with the temperature of the running water. I would then soak my pale, dry body into the bath. I cringe when the water touches my skin. Instead of the serenity others feel when they come in contact with water, the water slaps my skin, commanding my restless soul to wake up. It is usually a ten minute ride of brutal torture, as my soul goes into a battle once again. After that rather long 'battle of doom', I grabbed the nearest towel and ran to the closest (and only) exit.
In less than five minutes, I was adorned into my green uniform. I got the biggest uniform so that I could fit into it swiftly. My green pinafore was ironed so much that it was straight, thanks to the strict rules and requirements from my institution. I buttoned up my blouse, which is in a lighter shade of green (tacky), till the second button, ignoring the first as it strangles my neck. Then after putting on my uniform, I pinned my name tag and school badge onto my pinafore neatly. I also had to comb my hair into a tight ponytail so that I would look prim and proper, or I would have to face the 'disciplinary action' of the school. I always look into my reflection one more time, to make sure that my rubber bands and clips are black so that I would be able to get by of another day of school.
By this time, I would usually hear the screamings of Mother, rushing me to get down quickly. After playing a brief game of hide-and-seek with my textbooks and stationery, I threw everything into my black backpack and rush down the stairs, looking at my clock to make sure I was not late to avoid getting blamed by my family. At that time, the kitchen will be filled with the aroma of honey bacon, with the sounds from the sizzling of pans. Mother would usually be in a hurry, making up a scrumptious breakfast. She always had the philosophy that eating breakfast would allow us to be stronger, so she never fails to whip up something fresh and delicious for us.
After the quick meals, we scrambled off to our various locations to "start off our days."
