It is Friday. It is seven o'clock in the morning. I am liying in bed and hearing my mothers words, "Cathy, get up! If you stay in bed longer,you will late for school." I get up but can't find anything. Where is my white blouse? Oh, mum didn't wash it yesterday. I put on a grey shirt and run downstairs. Now, I haven't any time for breakfast. " If I run all the way,I will be able to take a bus to school," I think. My mum is at the kitchen door with a sandwich in her hand. " You will be hungry when you come to school," she says. "Eat it on the way to the bus stop. Have a nice day,dear."