The story of My Day

Or

How I Was Brutally Awoken and Things Progressed From There …

By

Lizzy Tears

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My eyes flew open with shock, the pupils shrinking rapidly from the assault of sunlight. I glanced around, searching for the cause of my disturbance; a sound rude enough to awaken me from my slumber …

There! I heard it again, a fearsome sound to inspire fear into the hearts of the unwitting. A primal animal roar echoed in my ears, demanding emancipation from its incarceration and I backed away from the sound. I prayed that the creature would retreat into submission, but it seemed disinclined to do so and I realised it was encumbered upon me to put an end to its suffering.

Gathering my courage, I swung my legs over the side of my bed, my heart pounding. I crept cautiously towards the caged animal and pulled gently on the door to its’ prison and it swung open. The creature, a horrendous animal with fluffy white fur, whiskers and a hungry glint in its’ eye, sped past me instantly. I felt the air rush past my legs and I realised with some surprise that I had just encountered a hungry house cat and lived.

In the aftermath of my encounter with the beast, I began the arduous task of preparing myself for the impending grappling with demons. I bathed quickly in the nearby waterfall before I slid from the refreshing water and reached for my perfumed towel.

My head snapped around in annoyance as my searching fingers met with vacant air and I discovered that the exasperating monkey that shared our abode and to whom my Mother appeared somewhat attached, had stolen the towel yet again. I hollered for the maid to bring me another and the maid complied. I dried myself and thanked my Mother before I stormed to my brother’s room and delivered a scathing warning about taking my towel from the bathroom.

A meal of C-rations and marmalade later, I arrived at headquarters. No sooner had I greeted my colleagues than the enemy loomed. I pulled out my weapon – a 15cm Staedtler – and brandished it.

“Quick!” I shouted to my colleagues as I identified the monstrosity. “It’s a Math Equation! Everybody say the Simple Interest Formula! It’s the only way!”

Slowly we began to chant.

“I PRT! I PRT!”

The Math Equation reared back and let out a scream of anguish as it retreated. My colleagues congratulated me and my teacher came to look at my handiwork.

“Well done.” He told me. “It has taken you 70 minutes to complete Question 1.”

I was about to respond to this when I heard a voice.

“Greetings, friend.” The voice said and I found myself facing Julius Caesar. “I couldn’t help but notice you were studying Rome. Would you like some help?”

“Er, thanks.” I said and Ancient History study began.

As I dragged myself back to the bungalow that night, I noted how my life would make a wonderful short story – and then the teargas filled the air and I knew no more …

AUTHOR'S NOTE

Yes, I am well aware this is not an update of Senorita. But I have a very good excuse for that; it's called Year 12. To cut a long story short, I have not written any quality work for a total of 8 weeks, because I have been working really hard at school. Honestly, on Tuesday of last week, I was lying on my floor doing my English, and I thought 'hmm, I'll just put my head down for a moment to think about the representations of minority groups' and the next thing I know, it's 1 o'clock in the morning. So I shrugged and went back to work. I have not had the time or even the inclination to start writing Senorita because I do not want to A) Fail Year 12 because I'm writing recreationally or B) Botch the chapter because I'm not concentrating properly. Another problem; I have Writer's Block. This is about the only decent thing I've churned out since school started. My fanfics are absolute bollocks and only get written because I have an hour tutorials on a Thursday. Before you say I should write Senorita there, everything Senorita gets written in a certain notebook or on the computer and if I don't write it there, it is crap. I can't bring that notebook to school because then I would have to walk home with it and I don't fancy doing that with my already rock-filled bag.

So I'm really story I haven't updated and you can keep demanding updates if you really desire to do so, but I'm afraid you will get them when you get them. I can't do any more than that. Some of you are getting right testy that I'm not doing what you want, and I appreciate that you enjoy the story so much, but please give me a break, I'm doing the best I can.

Anyway, onto the explanation for this story. This was written for a competition. The criteria; must be about a day in my life and must be under 500 words. As far as I know, it is all of these things. Can someone please help me out with the 'its' though? I need to know where the possessive apostrophe should be; I"m not very good with those. Thanks if you help me with that!

Love always,

Lizzy :D