Hi everybody!

I wrote another one!!! Its about this girl and she's always...well, read ahead...

“You’re late!” Mrs. Rogers screamed, “Katie Brown, I am sick of telling you every single day to try and make an effort to get to school early! If you were late one day, I could understand. If you were late two days, I could understand! If you were late three, four or five days, I could still understand! But you? Oh no, you’re never on time. You are late every single day! I really cannot stand this! If you do not enter my class on time from tomorrow, Katie, you will be sitting in the principal’s office for the whole class and you won’t get attendance for the whole day! I am serious about this, Katie. Now go sit down and open your book to page 34. Quick!”

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Well! It wasn’t like it was even a proper working day! Why do I have to be dead on time for extra classes??? IT WAS A SATURDAY, FOR HEAVENS SAKE!!! I’ll show her what early means! If I didn’t get to school on time tomorrow, I would sit in the principal’s office all day, not just that class! I was going to be here in school before EVERYONE! I would get there even before the teachers. I would show them all! Hah!

All through art class, I made a list of all the things I would have to do that evening. These are usually the things I do the next morning. I have put a copy of it below.

But then, my art teacher saw me writing the list, not painting, so I have to write ‘I must not do other things in art class’ one hundred times. Ho hum.

When I got home, I finished off my homework as fast as I could. I wanted to do everything perfectly.

I ironed my uniform my uniform a little too quickly and ironed my thumb, too, by mistake. But except for that little hitch, everything else went along smoothly. I was all set to show Mrs. Rogers who was ‘early’.

I set my alarm to 5:45 a.m., knowing how I would want to laze in bed for ‘just another two minutes’. See how organized I am! I know myself so well!

Trrrriiiiiinnnnn! Trrrriiiiiiinnnnn! 5:45! I didn’t even laze in bed for a little more time; I was so excited at the prospect of seeing Mrs. Rogers’ face when I turned up early and she couldn’t send me to the principal.

I showered and dressed quickly, marveling at how quick I was when I wanted to be. Even if I had gotten up at 6:30, I would still have had five minutes to spare. My school uniform, I noticed, looked so good when it had been ironed properly, instead of just going over it with an iron in two minutes. When I looked at the mirror, I saw a person looking so neat; I wondered if that was really me!

Then I headed downstairs for breakfast. The minute anyone saw me, they burst out laughing, for some reason. I hurriedly looked in the mirror. Was my uniform on backwards? Did I have something on my nose? Or was my hair messy, or something?

When I came out of the bathroom I headed for the breakfast table, only to see that breakfast wasn’t on the table. Strange. I asked my sister where breakfast was.

My sister hurriedly whispered something in my ear. Five minutes later, we were all heading out for Sunday brunch.