Essays

Saturday, 17 of April
Okay, so here is the story It started out on a regular evening, like any other particularly boring evening. The sun was setting, the sky was painted the luscious, creamy, colors it usually is. But for more added affect all go all out on this. The sun was at a slant above the ground. The sky was painted a Popsicle orange mixed with crimson steaks added for flavor a little pink gummy bears so to speak. the clouds being the whiskey, smooth, looking ice clouds they usually are. I was on a walk with my dog, and my siblings. Their names being Kimberly and Michael. It was breezy like standing in front of a fan on a hot summer day just to keep cool a little. It was a nice and a fairly boring evening. I was about ready for some fun, some ACTION-! when, I realized it was just a miserly Saturday, and I was just with my miserly family. What fun could you have? My dog was the one who was most entertaining to be with. He never talked back. Well... at least not yet, anyway. But for you to fully understand my opinion lets take a little walk back.

Sunday, 20 of March
I woke up with my morning glory about me my eyes crusted with gooey green stuff around my eyes, My hair standing on ends, face swollen, and stumbling about to shut my cell phone off. My alarm had gone off, It was the time I was to awaken from my deep sleep. Jump out from under my nice warm bed sheets feel the cold tile under my feet, and enjoy a tumble down the stairs on my way to the world finest food! CEREAL! This was and still is my morning glory. Oh ya' know what I haven't done yet? Introduce my self! Why shame on me how could I?! Ahem, well, yes my name is Annabel, I'm 14 years of age in grade 9 and am rather pleased to meet you! *insert smiley face* Now, back to the scene of the crime! After successfully turning of my alarm off. after several poundings. I was able to be in quite and enjoy my bed. once again. but little did in know that my mother, Krimmy, was down stairs getting dressed and what not. And I being my foolish self crawled back into bed like a eager sloth and covered my self with warmth once more. My eyes slowly shut, and off into dream land I went. Later that same sleeping period i was awaken by the ringing of my phone I check to see the time for I was already complaining about "who would call so early in the morning?!" When, to my very surprise I saw with my own eyes the time 10:30am. 10:30am?! Ohhh, deary, deary me! What was I to do? I was late for my class! my mother was calling me on the phone asking " where are you? aren't you going to class? are you aware as to the current time?" My reply " yes mother, I am aware as to the time. No mother, I will not be attending my class." Mother asked " why not? are you sick? do you have the flu?" I once again replied in my droning voice "no mother, I am not sick; And i don't have the flu. I am simply tired, I wish to sleep some more." mother in a questioning voice said "O-Okay, then." And I fell back on to my bed like a rain drop falling from the sky. 3 hours later, I got dressed and went down stairs. Only to be harassed by Krimmy! Why I do say! what kind of awakening is that? She proceeded to tell me that I was selfish, rude, and indignant. I was flustered yes, but I took it finely and proceed to go for a walk. the rest of the day I was in a sort of haze; so I don't really recall anything much.

The rest of the weeks
Were ever so frustrating! I could hardly stand my mother controlling the times of my sleep! I was so used to sleeping when I pleased is was just so-UGH! I wish not to speak of it anymore. I will rebel! But in a silent sort of way. I must gain my sleep hours back. NEED A STRATEGY!

Saturday, 17 of April
So, their I was at my computer writing an essay when my mother calls me and tells me to go to sleep. I argue that I am being scholarly and writing an essay. she says she would rather have me well rested. I do say! wouldn't any mother in their right mind WANT to have their child study like I was?! I would think so! But no, not my mother! I was frustrated over the issue just the thought Made me turn rather bitter. I shale go on a walk to exercise my fat dog; and shan't think of it more!
After my return I came to a sort of understanding that I too was selfish and indignant. but also realized that my mother was similar it was apart of the side that was a sort of defense mechanism installed in humans. So to take away my sort of freedom made that side shine. Yes i should be a nicer person but; alls well that ends well!