"Ten more push-ups, girls!" he declared. You realized two push-ups later how much you hated gym when suddenly you heard a loud screaming noise.
You woke up covered in a layer of sweat, and rolled over to hit your snooze button. Today was the first day of summer. You had forgotten to turn off your alarm. Or had you, you began to wonder as you rolled over with your eyes closed not wanting to open them and wake up but sleep-in and hopefully fall asleep to better dreams.
"Amanda!" you heard someone call from outside of your bedroom as a knock emanated from the door.
You groaned and opened your eyes to see the pasty blue wall of your room.
"Are you ready?" your mother called.
Suddenly you remember why you had shut off your alarm. You were going to visit your friend John! In London, England! You swung yourself out of bed and hoped up and over to your dresser, quickly replying to your mum, "almost! Don't come in!"
You began to get dressed swinging clothes off and on, dabbing on some make-up. You looked at the finished product in the mirror.
You were Amanda Lee McKnight. You weren't the prettiest, smartest, nicest or "most talented" girl in the world, continent, country, province or even city, but you weren't a horrible ugly thing either. Your hair was brown and long-ish and still had blonde streaks in it from a year and a half ago when you had decided to go slightly blonde for a school dance. Your eyes were brown but seemed to change colour when it rained. Your face was round and your body wasn't entirely fit, but not really porky: more voluptuous, with big hips, a huge arse and a slim waist. You lived in a small city in Ontario, Canada. Canada was boring to you and you'd much rather be somewhere exotic for your summer, exciting and new. And now your wish was coming true! You had received a message from John, a pal of yours from England when writing in your e-journal one time, explaining how you should come to England to visit. At first your parents were very protective but eventually gave way to a maybe and then finally a yes. You had actually got out of school yesterday and had packed two weeks in advance. But where was your suitcase now? Uhmm... oh yeah, right the bed. You calmed down a bit. Your friends couldn't wait to seen you next year and you were pretty popular, at least with the drama kids, you attended a school of the arts and got in only because you could act or somewhat act...
You're alarm clock went off again, screeching. You turned off the alarm this time hating the trick your snooze button always played on you.
Your mum yelled through the door, "you're going to miss the plane!" Parent are so impatient you thought to yourself, why couldn't she just ask if you were ready instead of assuming you had slept in late and were now rushing... which you were. But that was beside the poi- "Amanda, I'm leaving without you!" your mother shouted as you hopped around putting on your sock and bending to grab your suitcase. You rushed by your dresser opened your bedroom door.
Had your cat Mittens purr up against you and just as your ran down the stairs you realised you forgot your "bag". Purse was such a sexist word, you thought.
You said, "hold on a minute," to your mum, ran back upstairs, grabbed your purse, ran back downstairs, walked into your shoes as your mum walked out the door with your luggage. You snatched the purse close to you, rolled down your socks and strolled out the door after her.
You and your mother dashed through the airport, checking your bag and running through the metal detector. With a couple minutes to spare your mum said good-bye to you and covered you in hugs and tears. You hugged her back, telling her it was only for two months. You knew you'd miss her and dad and your sisters and your cat and your friends but England would be so great! A man announced your plane you be boarding and you went to board it saying your finally farewells to your mum.
You took your seat and began to talk to the man beside you until your ears popped and you just felt a little irritated and decided to go to sleep for the remainder of flight after touching up your make-up a bit. Your eyes began to close and the last muffled words you heard were an airhostess asking you if you'd like a pillow.