I woke up to my custom alarm that said, ‘’It’s time to wake up. Get up. Stop being lazy. I know you’re hungry for breakfast… WAKE UP. NOW. STOP BEING LAZY.’’ I groaned and got up the third time it repeated. I wanted to stay in bed for longer but knew I would be late for my GAA training. I think we were doing hurling today? Or was it football? I couldn’t quite remember. I rolled out of bed and onto my floor. I stood up using my bedside storage unit to help and I walked over to my wardrobe. I grabbed a t-shirt and some shorts from it and slipped into them. I was walking downstairs in my gorilla feet flip flops that made an ‘’OO OO’’ sound every time I stepped. They were quite enjoyable. I had bought them at a market when I was younger and my mum and dad didn’t really like them. They said they were “Annoying and loud’’ but I thought they were just kind of funny. I walked over to the cereal cabinet and took out the cheerios.
I went and got a bowl from the cupboard and poured some cheerios into it. One cheerio escaped and leapt from the countertop onto my slipper. This activated the pressure controlled ‘’OO OO’’ and I sniggered. I went to the fridge and got the milk. I poured that in after the cheerios and then I thought that people that pour the milk in before the cereal are MONSTERS. How could they do that? It’s horrible. Disgusting. Horrendous. Anyways, back to the story. I sat down at the table and ate my breakfast. Once I was done, I went back up to my room to get ready for GAA. My mum was dropping me up at 11:30. I looked at the time. It was 11:15. ‘’MUM!’’ I shouted down the hallway. ‘’IT’S 11:15!’’. No answer. I ran to her bedroom and shook her awake ‘’MUM, MUM!’’ I screeched. ‘’h-huh…?’’ she mumbled. ‘’IT’S 11:15!’’ I said once again. ‘’huh?- OH!’’ she sprang up and got dressed. I put on my football boots and grabbed my hurl and helmet. We jumped in the car and sped off to my football training. When I got there at 11:40 I apologized for being late and my coach said it was fine. I trained there for the next hour, but nothing really interesting happened so I am just going to skip over it. When I came back home, my dad told me my friend Louis had invited me over to play basketball with him on his road. I got on my bike and cycled up my road. I was waiting at the traffic lights when I saw a pigeon fight.
It was rather entertaining. One pigeon smacked the other and it turned into an all-out brawl. The traffic lights turned green and I cycled over to Louis’. We played basketball for the rest of the day.
“This story is striking for the writer’s engaging voice, and for the details that compellingly involve the reader in this particular life. Many readers will laugh when the writer condemns people who pour milk into their bowls before their cereal as “MONSTERS.” Yet the customized alarm clock voice and the gorilla feet slippers convey even more powerfully a sense of a delightfully quirky young person who finds ways to keep life entertaining. The pigeon fight was so funny that I read it out loud to a friend who was trying to complete her taxes.”
— Prof. Margot Backus, University of Houston, USA