It is Friday. It is seven o'clock in the morning. I am lying in bed and hear my mother’s words "Cathy, get up! If you stay in bed longer, you'll be late for school." I get up but can't find anything. Where is my white blouse? Oh, mum didn't wash it yesterday. I put on a grey shirt and run downstairs. Now, I don't have any time for breakfast. "If I run all the way, I'll be able to take a bus to school." I think. My mum is at the kitchen door with a sandwich in her hand. "You'll be hungry when you come to school," she says. "Eat it on the way to the bus stop. Have a nice day, dear."
