Streaming through the glass, on a Sunday morning, Charlotte was in two minds of getting up. She shielded her eyes with the pillow, listening to the birds sing their morning tune. Why did they have to get up so stupidly early? It was then she released, it wasn’t a Sunday, it was a Friday.
School, did she have to go? I Mean, it was only one day, surely that would be okay.
It had been a long night, twisting and turning, and she fluffed up her pillow, reaching out for her eye mask. If the sun wasn’t going to stop her sleeping, then this was the next best thing. Pulling the covers over her shoulders, she placed the mask on her eyes, lay back down and sank back into her pillow.
‘Wake up Charlotte! You’re going to be late for school,’ her mum shouted.
‘I don’t want to go to school, I didn’t get a lot of sleep last night.’
‘It’s a Friday, you can sleep tomorrow, or do I have to send in the dog.’
With a sigh, Charlotte pushed back her covers. It may be a Friday, but there was so much marking she hadn’t done. If she called in sick, then she would have the weekend to finish.
‘I need coffee!’ she shouted.