Jade Nixon 10.2
'A Day In The Life Of'
I don't know about you but i truly hate waking up on Monday mornings. J'ai deteste le Lundi matin! I supposed every teenager does. I wouldn't blame them if they did. Mondays are torturous.
My alarm blasts into my ear around 7:00am. The good old snooze button recieves a usual whack which affords me nine more heavenly minutes to lie in. Although, nine minutes isn't enough, I still treasure each and every second. I just lie there, staring into thin air, wondering what today has install for me. Wondering if today is the day something will happen that will tell me for certain who I am. Eager to know if I will succeed at being someone, someday. I know for sure that I chose the wrong path to follow which lead me to hang with the ''wrong crowd''. Hanging with the wrong crowd meant a lot of trouble was coming my way. It was easy to get into, just difficult to get out of! I knew that. Everyday is the same, I tell myself I can change but it never happens. I guess you can compare me to Obama or even a homeless person but, which ever one they still want change. Maybe that day will come tomorrow or when I least expect it. All I know is that i'm waiting for the day when people depend on me to give them answers - not the other way round. Waiting for the day someone actually understands me as a person and the position i'm in. The day when someone tells me that I, Jade Nixon, the small, unpopular kid has finally did something right in my life, instead of always putting me down because the choices I make never seem to satisfy them. The day when I become someone I want to become.
I manage to pluck up enough courage to kick back the duvet and brave the coldness surrounding my bedroom. My feet hit the fluffy (slightly dirty) pink carpet, much like a fish hitting a fast flowing river. They go so well with each other. I stumble down the stairs like a blind zombie, and into the bathroom. Unfortunately, we have a downstairs bathroom in our...