At the school today

I get up early in the morning and get ready for school. I don't have to stand in front of mirror for long hours because and i have to due is put on my uniform, brush my teeth, wash my face, comb my hair. I can put on my reading glasses in the class too. Anyways, by the time I get ready, my mom prepares a nice healthy (over-healthy) BREAKFAST which is full of fats.Now you can imagine how it is like to have a glass of milk, eggs, toast in addition alu paranthas. I hate the breakfast as I find it difficult to run to catch-up for my bus with a full tummy.
When the nightmare(or day-mare) of food ends, I look at my watch. "Shit! I am so darn late," I scream so because I know that the entire building keeps the record of my PUNCTUALITY habbits. I run down the stairs because I am too busy to remember the use the elevators. Finally I somehow manage to run and catch up with my bus. I recieve a wonderful PRAISE by a bunch of those girly snobs, "Well done Neetu," they say "Poor thing! She has a trouble walking all the way till here." I forgive them as I know many people who torture them with spiders. So I manage to get a seat. Did I tell you that I am popular? I am in the school Rock Band. I save a seat right next to me for a freind. My freind is a sweet tomboy like me but the only trouble is... she TALKS so MUCH that you hardly remeber what you had learnt for the unit test. So why I save seat for her? She is my biggest fan apart from others. Its not that I am famous, I am popular amongst the school. Not because I am in the band, but because, I hav a leadership quality.
I am strong, smart and cool, talented and cool,awesome and cool, and Rockstar and cool. So as usual the classes passed and we created an INTEREST TOWARDS HISTORY so that we may scare the teacher that the Britishers are going to conquer the world. Did I mention that our class has made many teachers cry? Whatever we also wait a lot for the biology period. We LOVE to scare the biology teacher with the lab frog.
I have to work hard to catch one of those spiders (let's just say they are too netty) so that I can torture one of those snobs. I really love to hear them squel. My tomboyishness is my pleasure. I love to show everyone that I have guts.
The end of the school is very SAD as we enjoy when the teachers lecture us about discipline and blah! Blah! Blah!
Finally the school bell rings and we put on our bags, stand on the desks and jump as we scream loudly.
I think daily that I am going to miss this day (not)!!!! There goes end of a dumb day inorder to wait for another dumb day! This reminds me that I have to study for my test tomorrow!