One day I woke up and looked at my alarm clock in shock. I was late for school. I leaped out of my bed and charged down the stairs and gobbled up the breakfast that my mum made for me. I then ran back up the stairs and got changed in my school uniform, then I jumped down the stairs and got my lunch ready and rushed out of the door with my bike. My heart was pounding, was there a test or homework I needed to hand in or even a school trip. Those were the questions that were going through my head, finally I had got to school and the doors were closed. Was I not fast enough, I thought, then I didn’t know what I was doing, but I started to pound the school door yelling “let me in let me in I won’t be late again”. Then I stopped, and sat down for a while my heart rate started to slow down, then I checked my Ipad. I looked in disbelief when I relished that it was Saturday. I biked back to my house, and my mum asked me “where were you all morning” and I replied “I don’t want to talk about it”.