A Life In The Day Of (creative writing)

My mother knocks. The door opens. Bright unmortgaged blasts into my consciousness I give nonicenot see. I leap out of bed to pull down the longing to return and the cold hits me equal a slap. As you pot probably tell, I am not a morning somebody I neer produce been. I save learnt to hate them totally over the years. We have nalways had altering on until Mid-November because my p arnts insist that they stomacht afford to heat the whole signal. This makes mornings a nightmareOnce Im up, I female genital organ fair closely manage. I dress and eat breakfast to music. Music is a significant thing for me. My parents used to be in a isthmus to jumpher and my mother is still analyzeing to dismount a record-deal. She incessantly likes to recollect of herself as a young and trendy mum. She is really into the house and store music scene, but meIm a different story. E veryone in my family has icy views on music. My mother and one of my little sisters, Heidi, like pop and garage music. My father, my youngest sister, and I like rock and Heavy Metal. This causes terrible arguments over what to take heed to in the car or whilst eating dinner. However, the one band that we all agree on is Nirvana. I am a massive cull out of Nirvana and have flags and posters of them all over my room. This is why I heed to Nirvana in the mornings because nobody minds.By the cartridge clip I number to school, I am ( to the highest degree) fully awake. I have to walk to the get off and get the train to school so I arrive at school feeling like Ive been up for ages. Once I get my brain in gear it doesnt slow down. I constantly think about everything I occasionally come out with a random comment, completely off the theme because Ive been thinking about it while everyone else is speaking. population have therefore got the impression that Im slightly mindless because I never know what people are talking about.Although I dont like to choose it, I am fascinated by Philo sophy. It takes up much of my scarce thinking time. How can anyone not be fascinated by everything near them? Everyone takes so much for granted like life. What is it? What is reality? Even undecomposable things like how do I know that the table in move of me exists how can I prove it? All this fascinates me. When I am an adult, I want to work with peoples minds. I would like to be a phyciatrist or a therapist. I dont believe that anyone is born evil or with a mental disorder. If they are, I believe that their condition can be resolved. Everyone is dependent of leading a perfectly normal life if they have a fully functional brain. Maybe I could help a circulate of people solve their problems and make life more whoop it upable for them.As I sit in my lessons, I try to comprehend everything Im told. I think the best method of revision is not to have picturesque post-its on every page. I refuse to use anything like that because no matter how exciting you try to make a boring subject it allow for still be boring. Instead I go with the year trying to understand what I am taught as I am taught it. If you read through the textbook before the exam and try to understand everything it says, it is a lot better than frantically trying to mulct a list of words and numbers.Lunchtime approaches and I anticipate the bell. Lessons can be enjoyable but Im starving. Lunchtime symbolises a period of time where I have no excuse but to socialise. That is one of the a couple of(prenominal) things in life I find really hard because I lack self-confidence. People find it strange that I always have a tissue with me. My parents think it is like a comfort concealment for me. I think so too.My life at the moment is disunite between work and play it is really hard to juggle both. In order to keep your friends, (if friends they are) you have to seem as if you dont care about work even if you do. In lessons when they try to disrupt you, you cant tell them to be quiet becaus e that will show that you are really interested. Instead, you have to vertebral column your teeth and pretend you are listening to both teacher and friend. Ive open that if you nod occasionally to your friend, they will get bored after a while.Actually during the lunch break there is another crisis. How can you ever know what to talk about? I am fine when Im in a one to one but in a group, like at lunch, I panic However, I can often be an extrovert. I survive in crowds by encouraging them to laughter at me. If I intend for them to laugh at me, it cant humiliate me but if I try to get people to laugh with me, I could be confronted with an uncomfortable silence. I enjoy making people laugh now and I have acquired an image with some people as being almost like a comedian or a clown. I enjoy this image and it boosts my self-confidence. I dont mind being laughed at if I am hoping that my thoughts will be funny to someone. Some people laugh at me because I feel so strongly about things that dont matter to many an(prenominal) others. I find now, in secondary school, people dont often laugh cruelly and make fun of you. I dont have to worry as much about what people think of me. I like that.I am usually in a good mood when I start the afternoon of lessons. That is, if my confidence hasnt failed me during lunch and I ended up sitting alone. The afternoon lessons usually shoot by and its three-thirty before I know it. I pack my bag to go home with sharpness and set off for the station. Usually, all the way home we get caught up in one roll or another. Once, we started discussing the theory of relativity and what it was. That debate didnt finish until nine oclock that night because one of us had to look it up in Britannica. I am usually the loudest member of these debates because I have an opinion on almost everything.When I get home and Ive sunk my homework, I usually start interpret. I have always enjoyed reading and have now become quite fast at it. This is not only a bechance for me to relax, but also a chance for me to get lost in a different institution where I shrink into insignificance. I love to read fantasy books where there are exciting adventures. Lord of the Rings by J.R.R. Tolkein is probably my favourite. There are quadruple adventures all rolled into one and a completely new world is created where even the people are different. Without reading and music, I could never work shift off. They give me new things to think about. I am a very emotional person and I let myself become totally heterogeneous in any task at hand. When I read a book, I am really there. When I listen to music, I can do whatever I like. My life becomes unimportant and I can forget about my problems and concentrate on other things.I get ready to sleep, and wonder what my life will become. My one ambition is to go to Africa or Brazil, and help disadvantaged families there get themselves out of the salutary of poverty. Why does it really matter if a good friend of exploit decides that she doesnt care about me any more? Who cares about my self-confidence levels? I just hope that I can make a positivistic difference in the world somewhere. I know I will someday, nothing else matters. I cant just sit and pray for people because I am an atheist. At last, I drift off into mindless slumber, in my safe and insulated world of duvet.