I felt an uncomfortable ray of light on my face, but i didnt want to open my eyes.

"sushi" i thought to myself.

It was too early to wake up, and i was exhausted. I wondered then, if anyone could die from lack of sleep. I checked my watch. 5.47am.

"its still early" i groaned, and rolled over to sleep again.

My dad walked out of the room. I'm not supposed to wake up till 6am and thats 13 minutes of sleeping time wasted. Calculative for first thing in the morning, i know, but i was annoyed, disgruntled that i had to wake up so early. I tried quite successfully to sleep, but had to get up again at 6 to wash up. It took me 17 minutes to get in and out of the toilet, washed, cleaned and changed. As i packed my bag, i felt the first hint of panic reached me.

"oh no, today is the English paper"

I went down for breakfast and found my fuel for today was pancakes. I was quite contented, that is, till i saw the honey syrup, which was infested with dead ants, floating inside it. I refused to use the honey, so i went to take the other bottle. On the way to school, the car was quiet. The only sounds i heard was coming from my brother, playing his handphone. I tried to catch up on my loss of sleep, but the panic had not escaped me yet, and I had things on my mind. The English letter writing format, i didnt even look at it, I was willing myself to remember what I learnt last year. Blank.

The beginning of school was a blur for me, everyone was cramming in last minute things. Reciting the format, and somehow i felt irritated by those people who were trying to correct my mistakes, before i could correct them myself. It annoyed me. Then, 7.55am came, and I was already in class, seated, and waiting for the paper to be given out. When the paper was in front of me however, the topics didnt ring a bell at all. I didnt have any idea how to start, so i chose the topic "ambitions".

My composition was about this young boy who had many ambitions because his teacher told him that it was good to have ambitions. He had ambitions for the wrong reasons though, he thought it was cool, he thought others would envy him, he wanted to be famous, he wanted to impress a girl, then, he finally found the ambition he wanted all along, which was to be a teacher. I thought my composition was a bit queer, in every new paragraph, I stated his ambition. So it sounded like this,

She told me her ambition since young was to be a teacher, and thats where she is now.
My ambition was to be an astronaut.
My ambition was to be a soccer player.
My ambition was to be a loan shark.
My ambition was to be a boxing champion.
My ambition was to be a doctor.
My ambition was to be a teacher, and thats where I am now.

I had about 15 minutes left till time was up, so i reread through my essay and situational writing. I couldnt do much in that little time left. We had a short break, recess, before continuing our other section of the paper, comprehension, which ironically, i didnt comprehend much. I had half an hour till time, so i slept. Time was soon up, and I left school with my friends, Lizzi, Lissa and Mars. Time spent with them, was time I didnt want to escape. Mars had to return her borrowed library books, so we followed her there, talking and laughing all the way.

I was at home, and ate lunch more out of a habit than because I was hungry. I told myself i would sleep for a while, before starting to study. That was the worst thing i could have told myself. I slept for an hour, and when i woke, I rushed to bathe, so i could start my work. I was more productive at home than I would be at church. I finished one chapter of Social Studies and I felt rather accomplished as I dont usually have the motivation to study much.

The rest of the day, from 6.30 onwards, after I finished studying, was spent online. I wasnt in a good mood today, more of the fact that things were clouding my mind, things that never would have been there lest I kept quiet.

"Goodnight" I mumbled to my stuffed toy on my bed, and with that, I fell into great slumber.