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A monday morning

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10.03.2003
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By: Mari I. Bellingmo, 3PBA.

 

When I woke up that morning I didn’t know that this day was going to change my life forever. I never realized that one word could ruin my life forever. Change my world up side down. That one word can have the same effect as if you took all the pices in the puzzle and threw them all over the world.

Every monday morning I feel like a wreck. I wake up and I`m so tired I could cry, and my body is aching. This monday morning was no different, but I really wish it was.

 

         The sound from my alarmclock was the first thing I heard. From the moment I woke up I had this feeling that something hang on to me, and I couldn’t tell what. It felt like a big, black, rainfull cloud hanging over me, pushing me against the bed, tearing me down. I turned around to look at the time, but my eyes was blurry, and they were running. I was so tired, so empty. My eyes went black for a while, and my room was filled with lightspots, just like little, yellow fireflys. They were flying around in the room, and I couldnt really tell how many they where. I got dissy, the room was spinning around like a merry-go-round, and I got sick. I suddenly realized that I was to weak to lift my arm to turn of the alarmclock. The terrible sound cut through the air and made its way into my head. And it stayed there. I couldn’t get it out, and it drove me crazy. I wished I could reach into my head and take out the sound with my bear hands. My body was aching. It felt like a horse had stepped on every inch of my body. I had to roll myself out of the bed. I tried to stand up, but my feets kept disappearing under me. I had to hold on to my desk to keep myself up. As I reached out to open the door, I heard steps in the hall, and knew that I would get help now. Since I was so realived, I relaxed and let go of the desk. I fell down on the floor just as mom walked into the room. I looked up at her, and the last thing I remember is moms terrified face and her scream when she saw me lieing on the floor, unconscious


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