After about 10 minutes of shower, I brushed my teeth and blow dried my hair. I was really thankful that I wasn't one of those girls who spent nearly every waking hour of their morning taming their hair down and making it look as perfect as possible; although, I do style my hair every so often. Today, I was going for a few loose
Jean awoke slowly, his eyes blurry but eventually his vision returned. He sat up, looking around. He was in an office built underneath a trench in. Suddenly he felt a sharp pain in his stomach and put a hand over it.
For me, I was in the very same room I had been in last week when I had my second mammograms. Since mine was a sitting procedure I climbed into a giant,less than comfortable, recliner. (Some people do this laying down on their stomachs, but because my biopsy would be close to the cleavage line I had to be sitting so they could see it. ) I hope at this point you know your birthday well because they will ask you about a million times. ☺ Next up is the extreme smoosh as I call it-it was like a mammogram on crack.
I turned up the heat to a colmfy 74 degrees and flopped on one of the beds. Wrapping the blanket around me I updated social media and then laid there stretching. I was so tired from driving way more tired then I thought i was. After laying there for what seemed to be 30 minutes Leo crawled in his bed and I went to go shower and get ready for bed. WHen I got back in bed I took a look outside the window and say that snow was still falling.
When we arrived i got out of the car and walked to my house and unlocked it and went upstairs to my room. I was thinking about those nightmares all of a sudden they came back it has been 2 years since those nightmares left but now they come back, i was confused and frustrated. It had also been 2 years ago since my parents had died. Yes , my nightmares were about my parents deaths , here's how they died sadly .
WALK IN THE PARK - Liam Gist 5:30 in the morning, my alarm went off, usually I would complain but today was different I get out of bed, had a bath and double checked the bags I had packed the night before. Spare socks, check. Bandaids, check. Torch, check. Going down the list making sure everything was there.
I got in the truck and turned it on. I couldn’t tell the brake from the gas pedal. I didn’t know how to turn the steering wheel and definitely didn’t know how to how to drive at all. One hour later at 6:30, my dad got up and it didn’t occur to him either. He went to the bathroom got dressed, brushed his teeth, and got on the
I wake from my slumber to the sound of Mama 's scream. After throwing the covers from me, I clamber out of my bed and tiptoe towards my bedroom door. As always, the floorboards creak, announcing my approach. As trepidation seeps through my skin, my hands clasp onto the hem of my pyjama top, clutching the fabric into my fists, while I wait for either of my parents to usher me back to bed. Once satisfied that neither of them has acknowledged my presence, I continue tiptoeing till I reach the door, and glance over my shoulder towards Frankie, to discover him sleeping soundly in his bed.
At 5:45 AM the alarm on my phone blared some generic default tone that I had never gotten around to changing. This was probably the earliest I’ve ever gotten up in my entire life. I groggily removed myself from the pile of blankets on the floor that I had been sleeping in and headed for the shower, brushed my teeth, washed my face and searched my near empty closet for something to wear on my first day of school. Although I was absolutely exhausted and there was yet to be any furniture in my room, I was thrilled to be transferring to Pattonville High School in midst of my junior year and living in a bigger house in a better community.
I felt refreshed and a little punchy. I went to wake my brother, he is 3 years older than me. It’s always funny to wake up a sixteen year old, especially Chuck, who stays up every night until 2 o’clock in the morning texting the love of his life, well the new love of his life, Bunny. After harassing Chuck for a few minutes, trying to get him out of bed, I decided I needed to take Pepper out for her morning run. You know Yorkies need their
“Brrrring!” rang the alarm. I woke up, turned the alarm off, and buried myself under the covers. They were as soft as a kitten’s fur, and as warm as the air from a heater. After a long hug from my blanket, I finally got hot and went to use the bathroom.