November 14, 2013
Hurry, hurry! Don’t be late!
School begins at half past eight.
With such excitement, I threw the warm covers back and hopped out of my cozy bed.
I knew the day would be great.
“Time to get dressed, Kate,”Mom gives me a hug and gently reminds me not procrastinate.
All dressed in brand new clothes, for the first day of school, teeth brushed and my curly hair combed.
I knew the day is a special date.
Quickly, I pick up the pace, as I grab a sweater and my backpack.
Time to scoot downstairs to the kitchen.
I must not be late.
A warm breakfast is served by Dad, on a large china plate.
My Dad is a great cook. I drink some orange juice and enjoy the maple syrup covered waffles that I devoured and ate.