Seven-thirty is the the usual time I get up in the morning. My mom tries to push it to seven, but that never works. My breakfast is my favorite meal of the day (sometimes). My normal breakfast is something like oat meal, egg or fruit. When I wake up in the mornings I am pretty much asleep. That is why I’m usually grumpy. Think of what my parents have to deal with every morning – not a pleasant experience.
I live twenty minutes and forty-three seconds
from my school, not that anyone’s counting… that would just be weird. When I am near school there is always a big traffic jam (you know, the slowest kind of jam). Now and then I just jump out of Pearl, the name my mom gave our car (don’t even ask) and walk the rest of the way.
At school, my time table has ten slots each representing a period of forty-five minutes. My first period is … who cares! I am here to entertain, not to completely melt your brains or to bore you to death. Why should you suffer?
So first break, you wouldn’t exactly say I do stuff. All I really do is walk around, talk to friends and play on my iPad. When I do play games I normally play stuff like Ninja jump or strangely enough Space Invaders. I beat my high score last Thursday. To do that all in twenty minutes. You could say I am pretty active!
Second break is a time to relax consisting of a whole period, in other words a long time. That is the time I get to breathe, have some fresh air and to play football if there’s space that is.
There is a mini hockey field to play on and more than two year groups having to share the playing space. Do you understand my problem?
So I am going to try and solve this issue, I know people who know people deep in the student council. That will make me Robin Hood of the school, well at least I hope so.
I just thought, you kind of got the point of the breaks so lets go to the last period. Last period is the worst of the day. Sitting there, anxiously looking at the clock waiting to hear the sweat sound of the bell. It’s like listening to classical music for an hour hoping it would end sooner rather than later. To think that people actually do that… ahhh hippies!
School has ended but that doesn’t mean the day is over. My football practice starts at six pm. If you’re wondering, it’s not the rugby rip-off one, it’s the one you actually use your feet. We normally do technical stuff and sometimes we play a match. Once a month we do fitness training, then we have to be there an hour earlier.
When I get home its about eight pm and I eat dinner. My preferred meals are pasta, pizza, chicken or fish. I am going to stop there because even by writing this it makes me hungry.
Bed. You see, I am what you call or what my mom calls a “procrastinator” (at least I am a pro at it, hehe). Me and sleep have a bad history together, it’s like mixing jelly and chocolate. Everybody knows it only works with peanut butter and jelly. Then again I do fall asleep anyway after a good day!
The Grim Reaper. Well know from the Disc World Series by Terry Pratchett. The bringer of death. WHO ONLY SPEAKS IN CAPITALS
14 April 2016
After Marcus had got away and the man had finally given up he came back for his mother. Sacred of what was to come she started limping away but with the Broken ankle she knew it was impossible. The tired man held his nose after what Marcus and his mother did. He then went on to grabbing her by the hair and dragging her back in to the chariot. He through her in with all his frustration which knocked her out cold. By this time it was 18:00 and as you may have already noted there was not much traveling the day. She woke up finding herself next to an inn in the position she had been thrown from earlier that day. A broken ankle and no clue to where she was all she could think about was if her dear son was okay. She could hear the sound of laughter and the clink of beer glasses hitting each other. She thought it was best to go to sleep. The next morning arrived and the man had come out of the inn he throw her a stale piece of bread and said “eat up cause that’s all you’re are going to get” he the grunted and moved to the front of the chariot. A day or two went by and each second her ankle started to look worse and worse. Finally they had arrived to a huge mansion. The setting around it was quite dull. It was a purely marble and stone mostly colored white. Inside she could hear the screams of slaves. Her body was pumped with adrenaline and fear yet she looked as if she hadn’t sleept in years. She heard the driver jump out and whisper something she could only make out “the boy” and “escaped”. The guard the stamped his sword on the ground. She then heard a getank and the guard walking over to the back. He slammed the door open and said “GET OUT” a second later he pulled her by the and dragged her through the ruble. The gates of the mansion open as if they were those of a horror house.
Through day and night and through intensty all she could think about was.
HER DEAR SON
Steven Bergwijn is an eighteen year old football phenomenon who plays for Psv( a club in the Dutch league the Erdedevisie). In 2011 he signed for Psv youth team after having an unpleasant time Afc Ajax( also in the Erdedevisie). He finally went on to his match debut on the 9 of August 2014. Just like Depay he plays leftwing and is skilled player. Unlike Depay he is a down to earth team player. The under rated player on Fifa has Psv on high expectations for the future.
Check out Bergwijn
Goals for current club:4
Teams played for: Psv and Manchester United
Position: left attacking midfield
Strong points:skilled with the ball, has a lot of speed, plays well in his position
Goals for current club: 7
Clubs played for: Ajax youth and Psv
Shirt number: 27
Positions: left attacking midfielder
Strong points: skilled with the ball, team player, has a lot of speed.
Warning the following content may spoil the new flash series for you
Before today I was inthuseastic about the second season of the flash until my friend told me who dr zoom is well it’s eddy. Yes eddy as in eddy the ex boyfriend of Iris.