Normal Day at Home.

Every lazy Monday I wake up at 6:40 a.m., Then I pack my lunch. After that, my siblings wake up and they are so annoying. They bother me from getting ready. Then, I walk to the bus and sit with a friend. We make it to school at 8:10 a.m. It is finally 8:30. The bell rings and the kids run as fast as they can to get to the line. We go to class. Finally, school is over. The bus was going on the road so I played a video game. Finally, I got home. My dog was running to me so I pet it. Then, I gave my mom and dad a big hug. Then, I went to my room. Dinner was ready so I ran downstairs. I ate as fast as I could. I went to my horse and put on the saddle pad, then the bridal and the saddle. When I ride it feels so magical. Then, I go home and I will repeat the same day again except for Saturday and Sunday. I like home because It is where most of my day happens. And I feel safe. And it is familiar.