31st August(8.30 til10.00)
Dear Diary,
Sorry diary I know you’ve heard it before but today started like every other day(oh I hate those snooze buttons).Slowly, I plodded down the decrepit, half broken stairs.Oi mother whats for breakfast.It was bran flakes…again.Suddenly remembering that today was tag-rugby day at the park, with one hand in my pocket,I lobbed my breakfast at the wall.
Hastily, I sprinted up the stairs to get dressed.The only thing left in my wardrobe was that stupid green sweater nan knitted me last Christmas, I shoved it on and went for my escape.I silently crept down-stairs ‘creak’ stupid step gets me every time.
Josh
AMOS (yellow)
