JJ 4 A Day in My Life – Cody

By Cody

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.