Narrative Essay About Relationships In High School
Relationships
My irrational dream has stopped and I am awoken by the irritating sound of my sister’s alarm clock that wakes us up for school. I tell myself “Five more minutes, or maybe ten. Ten sounds acceptable.” A few minutes pass and my sister sees me enjoying my extra minutes of sleep and must think, “I shall destroy that.”
“Get up already. It’s 6:20 or something. The bus will be coming soon,” my sister yells all the while roaming around aimlessly around our room. I respond with a grunt and slowly detach from the cloak that is the entrance to the marvelous world called Sleep and keeps reality at bay.
Rising out of bed, I feel groggy; dark rings are very apparent under my eyes, like someone wearing a sweater in the heat of summer, showing lack of sleep and incoherent moans of dismay becomes my extent of vocabulary. Before long, I finally reach the brush and begin my daily ritual.
As I brush my hair I glimpse through the mirror and focus on my sister. She has returned to her bed and lies in her mismatched pajamas under the blanket doing who knows what on her tablet after she has complained about me not being prepared for school yet. …show more content…
This well-known routine has caused me to procrastinate the recognition of my impending leave from home. By this time next year, I will be in a dorm with a possible stranger, not the sister that is well versed in the riddle that is me and whom I am the closest to. This stranger from a different town attempting to find her place in the world by attending college, will come into my life and either will be a major hindrance or attribute to my college life, being, life is about the relationships we manufacture with
My irrational dream has stopped and I am awoken by the irritating sound of my sister’s alarm clock that wakes us up for school. I tell myself “Five more minutes, or maybe ten. Ten sounds acceptable.” A few minutes pass and my sister sees me enjoying my extra minutes of sleep and must think, “I shall destroy that.”
“Get up already. It’s 6:20 or something. The bus will be coming soon,” my sister yells all the while roaming around aimlessly around our room. I respond with a grunt and slowly detach from the cloak that is the entrance to the marvelous world called Sleep and keeps reality at bay.
Rising out of bed, I feel groggy; dark rings are very apparent under my eyes, like someone wearing a sweater in the heat of summer, showing lack of sleep and incoherent moans of dismay becomes my extent of vocabulary. Before long, I finally reach the brush and begin my daily ritual.
As I brush my hair I glimpse through the mirror and focus on my sister. She has returned to her bed and lies in her mismatched pajamas under the blanket doing who knows what on her tablet after she has complained about me not being prepared for school yet. …show more content…
This well-known routine has caused me to procrastinate the recognition of my impending leave from home. By this time next year, I will be in a dorm with a possible stranger, not the sister that is well versed in the riddle that is me and whom I am the closest to. This stranger from a different town attempting to find her place in the world by attending college, will come into my life and either will be a major hindrance or attribute to my college life, being, life is about the relationships we manufacture with