Narrative: My Daily Morning Routine

I first wake up to the sound of the alarm of my sisters iPod Touch: "Bah bah buh, bah bah bah buh. Bah bah buh, bah bah bah buh." Then, I turn over and go back to sleep. Probably twenty minutes later at seven o'clock, my sister comes into our room saying, "Livvy. You have to get up." I groan, and without saying anything hold up five fingers. This means, "Five more minutes...Please!" My sister continues to harangue me until I reluctantly get up to wash my face.

The water in the bathroom tap is very deceiving. First it is a nice, warm temperature. But, after a minute it turns deathly cold without any warning. I try to wash my face as fast as I can while still being half-asleep so that I don't have to experience the bracing, cold water.

After that, I get dressed for school in my uniform: white polo, blue pants. Then I go eat breakfast. I have virtually the same thing for breakfast every morning: cereal in an orange cup. After breakfast, I go into rush-mode because usually it is around 7:45, and my sister makes us leave the apartment at 7:55. I brush my teeth, put on some socks, maybe some makeup if I have time, and try to make my hair look presentable. Then I grab my phone and keys, and am ushered out the door by my sister. She has an irrational fear of being late for the bus, and then late to school, and every day she complains to me about it. She has never been late to school. Not even once.