I opened my eyes. It’s already morning.
I hurriedly started finding my phone. I kept it under my pillow before dozing off–where is it right now?
I sat on my bed, like an Indian
I grabbed the two pillows in my bed–no trace of my phone. The only things I saw was my planner, my pen, and my PSP.
(You can tell me I’m weird because I keep a lot of things under my pillows.)
I squinted my eyes, trying to see things clearer. It’s just my blurry vision, I thought.
A minute passed by and I gave up. It must have been fallen from my bed.
I hanged my legs to the edge of the bed. Like a little kid, I slid and landed to the lower bunk bed.
I went down and went to the dresser at the corner of the room.
There was a blue-and-brown thing there. My glasses!
I wore it, and my vision wasn’t that of an unfocused camera anymore.
Beside it was my phone. My mom must have put it there, I thought.
I went out of the room. A glowing 8:42 from our clock welcomed me.
Hungry, I went to the dining table. There was whole-wheat bread and Nutella.
I’m not going to eat breakfast, I thought. I didn’t like the thought of eating whole-wheat bread with Nutella.
Suddenly there was a voice.
“Bei, eat your breakfast! We’ll go at eleven-forty-five.” Oh, my sister.
I slowly took a slice of the bread. Just think that Nutella will make everything better, I thought.
I took a spoon, opened the jar of the hazelnut spread, and scooped a big blob of the chocolate-colored thing.
Slowly I put the blob in the slice of bread, making sure that everything goes into the brown bread.
I closed the jar, put the spoon on top, and folded the slice of bread.
I took a bite. It wasn’t bad.
Until I felt the hard stuff that’s inserted in every slice of whole-wheat bread.
Thinking that it would be bad to waste food, I just ate the whole thing, and drank a glass of water.
I licked off the smears of Nutella on my lips.
I guess Nutella really makes everything better, I thought, as I walked towards our study room.
Today’s a nice, nice morning! I just got five followers on my first day of actually blogging.
I’m still in awe because they’re really, really good writers. I read some of their entries (haven’t followed them back–I will later, when I get home) and they write so good. I’m actually thinking why they even followed me, being a not-so-good newbie in the blogosphere, and one that’s obviously a teen. I guess it doesn’t really matter? I don’t know. *laughs*
I’m looking forward to writing more things here and improving my writing skills!