Beep Beep! I could hear the loud buzz of the alarm screeching at me to get up.
I pulled the covers over my head to drown out the noise, but the noise got louder and louder.
I grizzled and slumped into the kitchen.
The paparazzi (mum and dad) had already started taking photos as if I was a showgirl who was just stepping into Vegas with the feathers and big bright lights bombing my every move.
Soft splutters of rain echoed in my ears.
Grrr! Great, it's raining ... again.
One hour of doing my hair for nothing!Once I had finished putting on my uniform, the paparazzi took more photos of me in my uniform and big clunky shoes the size of Russia.
I curiously wondered which class I would be in.
Finally, I got to school.
I was as scared as a long-tailed cat in a room of rocking chairs.
My toes wriggled in my shoes as I was anxiously waiting to hear what class I was in.
''Good morning students,'' the principal said into the microphone.
She started reading out the class rolls. My heart skipped two beats as they were read out.
''Wait, was that me?'' I quietly whispered to myself.
Yes it was.
I leisurely walked up to the class to see what I would behold.
Beautiful, blissful faces were everywhere.
The atmosphere was so lovely and calm it was like being in a Chinese garden.
I knew it was going to be a good year.
• By Maia Usherwood-Nosa (Year 9, Otago Girls' High School)
I pulled the covers over my head to drown out the noise, but the noise got louder and louder.
I grizzled and slumped into the kitchen.
The paparazzi (mum and dad) had already started taking photos as if I was a showgirl who was just stepping into Vegas with the feathers and big bright lights bombing my every move.
Soft splutters of rain echoed in my ears.
Grrr! Great, it's raining ... again.
One hour of doing my hair for nothing!Once I had finished putting on my uniform, the paparazzi took more photos of me in my uniform and big clunky shoes the size of Russia.
I curiously wondered which class I would be in.
Finally, I got to school.
I was as scared as a long-tailed cat in a room of rocking chairs.
My toes wriggled in my shoes as I was anxiously waiting to hear what class I was in.
''Good morning students,'' the principal said into the microphone.
She started reading out the class rolls. My heart skipped two beats as they were read out.
''Wait, was that me?'' I quietly whispered to myself.
Yes it was.
I leisurely walked up to the class to see what I would behold.
Beautiful, blissful faces were everywhere.
The atmosphere was so lovely and calm it was like being in a Chinese garden.
I knew it was going to be a good year.
By MAIA USHERWOOD-NOSA (Year 9, Otago Girls' High School)
