Essay on beautiful early morning

Sunday mornings, my awful mornings! “Daniela, get up it’s time to get ready to go to tutors.” “Oh my god, okay mom, I’m getting up.”…. And every Sunday it would be the same routine and that’s what made me learn how to read and write with her arrogant voice, her loud shouts and putting me down just didn’t want to make me go.

Mornings just great. Us early birds have the gift of watching the world around us come back to life after being so tired. We all know most people don’t like mornings simply because it interrupts sleep. Yeah, something you can do when you’re dead.

I say to myself aloud, “If I go in that means I am roughly eight hours from being back at home.” Instead of entering the school I immediately turn around to walk back to my house. Nobody is there during the day so that means I can actually enjoy being home without the worry of anyone belittling myself or my mother.

Nobody is there during the day so that means I can actually enjoy being home without the worry of anyone belittling myself or my mother. My walking now turns into a light jog, as for once I am excited about the idea of being home. Finally I am approaching the driveway to my house where I see a strange car parked in front of the garage door.