Horrible Breakfast

November 1st

In the morning, Jasmine was woken by the soft singing of a small, cheerful robin who was perched on her windowsill. She approached it very slowly, but it flew away. Suddenly, from downstairs, a loud booming voice announced that breakfast was ready and that Jasmine needed to hurry up and get ready for school. Reluctantly she did so and put her hideous uniform on. It consisted of a lime green blazer, which had to be worn all of the time, unless it was freezing. Then you had the option to wear an itchy jumper that was the same colour as the blazer. For girls', black skirts were mandatory and no trousers or tights were under any circumstances to be worn, and finally a matching lime green, wide brimmed hat. After she put on her uniform, she brushed her nutty-brown hair, which hung just above her knees, and tied it in a messy bun.

Rushing down the rickety old stairs, Jasmine found the person responsible for shouting, her father. He was a rather plump man called Michael and had a dirty face with a long, coarse beard. He had a habit of going to the local pub every night to gamble (he usually lost) and drink beer all night. My dad sometimes got so drunk that his mates would have to carry him back to our house, which wasn't too far away, but a man of his size was quite heavy and took a lot of strength to lift-let alone transport somewhere.

A few seconds later, Jasmine's mother (Susan) strutted through the arched doorway from the living room- today, she was wearing a bright blue floral frock with a feathered hat. Among the villagers, she wanted to be considered a posh person. To make her 'fancy clothing', she used lots of the villages resources for fabric, which took time to make. Overall, she was a selfish, arrogant brat who did not care about anyone or anything else-including her own daughter.

Just as they all sat down for a breakfast of eggs on toast, Jasmine went to take a sip of her tea. To her surprise, the water was not warm at all-it was stone cold. "Ugh!" Jasmine thought, annoyed at the situation. In an uncivilised manner, she stabbed her toast with her fork and took a bite. It was burnt; this was a horrible breakfast. Her first day as a high school senior was not going well so far.

"I'm not hungry," Jasmine announced calmly, and before either of her parents could say anything, she was out of the door and slammed it in their faces, causing the whole house to shake slightly.

"Hi," someone greeted her cheerfully.

"Oh," replied Jasmine quickly "you scared me, Charles,"

He peered over his shoulder to see who was behind him. "Is that you Lily?" he asked. Behind Charles stood a petite girl who was wearing the same hideous uniform but it didn't seem to fit her figure properly. Her eyes were a sapphire blue colour that glimmered in the light of the rising sun, they were colourful compared to hence her name her lily white skin. Her hair was a glossy, black colour and it was tied in a neat ponytail.

"Yes," she answered in a timid voice, "we are going to be late if we don't hurry up."

Suddenly, the clock tower chimed, signalling it was 8 am and time for all students to go to class.

"We need to go!" exclaimed Jasmine.

"Agreed," said the others, while running across the pathway of stone bricks, which lead towards the large school at the end of the village. It was now busy with people so it was a challenge for the three students to get past them all, but they managed it and were probably late for their first lesson.

They rushed through the corridors, trying to find their tutor room, all the while being scolded by any staff member they passed. At last they found it 13L. Strangely, the lesson hadn't started yet and the teacher had a sly grin on her face there were sniggers from the naughty boys at the back and giggles from the good girls at the front "What was going on?" Jasmine wondered.

"Detention!" shouted the teacher. Charles was about to object, but the teacher interjected saying, "Don't even think about giving me an excuse, young man. My decision is final. Detention for 2 hours after school-for all three of you! In my classroom, don't be late.