I woke up, yawned and stretched out.
Mornings. I love mornings! Especially weekend mornings.
They were the one part of my day that I could just relax because both my parents would still be at work.
By the way, I hate my parents, not for anything they've done, but just because of their personality. See, I'm a health addict, I have a thing about unhealthy food. I absolutely hate eating more than 1000 calories a day, I feel fat if I do and then I have to do something energetic to burn the extra calories off.
Anyway, I was sat on the edge of my bed when I heard a door slam downstairs.
"Hey, honey!" My dad shouted.
"Hi!" I shouted back.
'Uh oh' I thought 'if my dad's back, then mum must be back soon'
I ran to the bathroom to get ready as quick as possible so I could leave as quick as possible.
I was about to run out the door when my mum caught my arm.
"Where are you going, young lady?" She said, a stern look on her face.
"Out to revise for my test next week" Ok, not a complete ...