I stare at the kitanda sheets that are covering me. With 6 of them on juu and 2 beneath me I feel like a sandwich. Suddenly I can hear my dad's footsteps coming up the stairs. I know what's coming. Quickly turning over I cover the rest of my head with the blankets. I could hear my dad walking into the room, I wished that I could turn invisible, he then alisema in a kiddy voice, "Annabelle!! Time to get up!" I didn't move, "Do wewe want me to get the ice packs?" he alisema with a questioning tone.
At that moment I didn't care, the freezing ice packs on my legs au the freezing cold air all over my body, the ice packs sounded much zaidi appealing to me. But I sat up my hair all a mess and in my eyes. I looked like some hideous monster from another planet. Thankfully, my dad was in my sister's room. I jumped out of my warm Queen size kitanda and into the freezing room. My little sister's moans could be heard from her room and my dad had gone back downstairs.
After slipping on some zaidi cloths and wrapping a blanket around myself I walked downstairs. It was Monday morning and I don't like them because it is the start of a school week. Dad walks over and gives me a daddy hug which messes up my hair even more. I gaze into the fridge seeing tons of chakula yet nothing to eat. I don't like eggs, I can't have that much bread, all the cereals are not interesting,and sweets are only for treat siku which is Thursday. I sigh and decide to just skip breakfast. So I go and get my school books. Two WW2 vitabu and logic, uandishi and spelling workbooks. Since my math is online it makes it a lot zaidi fun.
Before starting my school I pull out my violin to practice. After taking it out of it's blue case and attaching the shoulder pad and grabbing and tightening the bow I rest the violin on my shoulder as I get out my music. I only started learning the violin a mwaka zamani and now I play with the advanced group I joined.
The 4 pieces I'm playing are: New World Symphony, Ode to Joy, Hunter's chorus and Russian Sailor's Dance. I upendo all of them and are easy to play, at least for me. As I read and play the notes I can feel the beautiful sounds the violin makes as I songesha my fingers and the bow. It is a wonderful feeling, a feeling of control. I can make the note harsh, soft, perfect, horrible, in tune au scratchy, it's my choice. All to soon I finnish all the pieces and it's time for school.
I finnish one subject after another as the minuets and hours pass. Finally it is time for lunch! There are leftovers from yesterday, roast beaf! I upendo meat. My too 5 are, sausages, steak, mnofu , roast beef, ham, and then my favorite, mahindi, nafaka beaf!
After lunch I finish the rest of my schoolwork. Then it's free time! I run to the TV and grab The Adventures of TinTin. The movie is almost 2 hours long so I lay back and relax. My sister jumps up beside me and hogs all the pillows. TinTin is a realistic-animated film that is almost like a mystery movie. It was made kwa the same guy that made Indiana Jones. As I watch I notice a few of the similarities. There is sword fighting, daring rescues, plane crashes, buried treasure and long Lost legends.
The movie draws to an end and kwa then my dad has to go pick up my mom from work. I then go on the computer, this is one of my inayopendelewa times of the day. I log on fanpop and look at my sasisho and then I look at the A&O club, my pack. Everything is running smoothly. I lean back in the chair and stare at the screen, remembering when I first joined this place in January. I remember never feeling part of the group. And now I'm the leader. The place is peaceful, troll and drama free, and active. I must be one of the most lucky people in the world.
And so I then loaded 57 zaidi images. Then the maoni started to come in. I upendo getting clean long comments. They are better then candy. After I had looked at all I needed to look at and loaded everything I needed to load I cleaned the jikoni before mom and dad got home.
When they did it was chajio, chakula cha jioni time. Sausages was the chakula chosen. So after they were boiled in hot water the big hot mbwa were done and ready to eat. I don't eat my hot mbwa au humbuggers with buns, they just add calories.
At 8:30 it was finally time for bed. I brush my teeth and wash my face and change cloths and jump back in bed. I smile and curl up and rest my head on my hands, falling asleep only to wake up 11 hours later to a whole new day.
(Sorry that it got less interesting at the end. Please shabiki and comment!)
At that moment I didn't care, the freezing ice packs on my legs au the freezing cold air all over my body, the ice packs sounded much zaidi appealing to me. But I sat up my hair all a mess and in my eyes. I looked like some hideous monster from another planet. Thankfully, my dad was in my sister's room. I jumped out of my warm Queen size kitanda and into the freezing room. My little sister's moans could be heard from her room and my dad had gone back downstairs.
After slipping on some zaidi cloths and wrapping a blanket around myself I walked downstairs. It was Monday morning and I don't like them because it is the start of a school week. Dad walks over and gives me a daddy hug which messes up my hair even more. I gaze into the fridge seeing tons of chakula yet nothing to eat. I don't like eggs, I can't have that much bread, all the cereals are not interesting,and sweets are only for treat siku which is Thursday. I sigh and decide to just skip breakfast. So I go and get my school books. Two WW2 vitabu and logic, uandishi and spelling workbooks. Since my math is online it makes it a lot zaidi fun.
Before starting my school I pull out my violin to practice. After taking it out of it's blue case and attaching the shoulder pad and grabbing and tightening the bow I rest the violin on my shoulder as I get out my music. I only started learning the violin a mwaka zamani and now I play with the advanced group I joined.
The 4 pieces I'm playing are: New World Symphony, Ode to Joy, Hunter's chorus and Russian Sailor's Dance. I upendo all of them and are easy to play, at least for me. As I read and play the notes I can feel the beautiful sounds the violin makes as I songesha my fingers and the bow. It is a wonderful feeling, a feeling of control. I can make the note harsh, soft, perfect, horrible, in tune au scratchy, it's my choice. All to soon I finnish all the pieces and it's time for school.
I finnish one subject after another as the minuets and hours pass. Finally it is time for lunch! There are leftovers from yesterday, roast beaf! I upendo meat. My too 5 are, sausages, steak, mnofu , roast beef, ham, and then my favorite, mahindi, nafaka beaf!
After lunch I finish the rest of my schoolwork. Then it's free time! I run to the TV and grab The Adventures of TinTin. The movie is almost 2 hours long so I lay back and relax. My sister jumps up beside me and hogs all the pillows. TinTin is a realistic-animated film that is almost like a mystery movie. It was made kwa the same guy that made Indiana Jones. As I watch I notice a few of the similarities. There is sword fighting, daring rescues, plane crashes, buried treasure and long Lost legends.
The movie draws to an end and kwa then my dad has to go pick up my mom from work. I then go on the computer, this is one of my inayopendelewa times of the day. I log on fanpop and look at my sasisho and then I look at the A&O club, my pack. Everything is running smoothly. I lean back in the chair and stare at the screen, remembering when I first joined this place in January. I remember never feeling part of the group. And now I'm the leader. The place is peaceful, troll and drama free, and active. I must be one of the most lucky people in the world.
And so I then loaded 57 zaidi images. Then the maoni started to come in. I upendo getting clean long comments. They are better then candy. After I had looked at all I needed to look at and loaded everything I needed to load I cleaned the jikoni before mom and dad got home.
When they did it was chajio, chakula cha jioni time. Sausages was the chakula chosen. So after they were boiled in hot water the big hot mbwa were done and ready to eat. I don't eat my hot mbwa au humbuggers with buns, they just add calories.
At 8:30 it was finally time for bed. I brush my teeth and wash my face and change cloths and jump back in bed. I smile and curl up and rest my head on my hands, falling asleep only to wake up 11 hours later to a whole new day.
(Sorry that it got less interesting at the end. Please shabiki and comment!)
