“Hurry up or you will be late!” My mam always gets herself into a state.
“You’ll have to get moving eat your breakfast fast.” But I yawn and I
stretch and I watch the clouds pass. As I toss and I turn my mam’s face
Starts to burn. Slowly, I move the blanket, can’t move too fast, so that is
why I am always last.
Last out of bed with lazy head I gather my yogurt and butter my bread.
As I walk into class my teacher almost drops his glass. “Nice to see you at last.”
He says in a gasp. So that is why I am always last.
By Rebecca.