The worst morning in history

Press, 12 August 1986, Page 18

The worst morning in history

by

APRIL MCKENZIE,

age 10

Raining, I can’t stand it raining.

Getting out of bed. I hate that, too. But worse than that I hate being late. I was meant to wake up at seven o’clock. But there I was, sitting in bed at quarter to nine. Someone had been fiddling with my alarm clock.

As soon as I hopped out of bed my kitten, dirty feet and all, hopped in. Well that was a great start to the day. I went to get breakfast; it had been cleared away. I felt like screaming and shouting at everybody. I shouted, “Have you forgotten I live here or something?” Everyone just ignored me. I looked down at my socks and up at my shirt. I had one blue sock on and one purple with pink spots on and I had my shirt on back-to-front. I put toast in while I went to get changed. I heard, it pop up and I was still

looking for the other sock. Finally I found it. By the time I got my shirt on the right way my toast was stone cold. I was burning up inside me like a roast potato, slowly turning into a great big temper like a whirlwind. My brothers were being a real pain in the neck. Hunter was showing off because he got hundreds-and-thou-sands in his sandwiches. Harley got peanut butter and jelly sandwiches. Poor old lovely me got mannite sandwiches. Our lovely fluffy cat came into the kitchen. I gave it lots of attention and Harley got jealous and grabbed the kitten by the tail. Then there came a piercing scream to my ears. Well that was it. I exploded. I was shouting my head off in all directions. Then I got told off for shouting so much.

All I wanted to do was to save the cat. Luckily I escaped to school.

Let’s hope tomorrow morning will be better.