Arli descriptive writing waking up in the morning

Kia Ora this is Arli from Grey main school today i would like to share a piece of writing that i have been working on this week about waking up in the morning enjoy.

The old school notorious biggie smalls marches through my ears as my morning alarm confused Click into my head it's the cold fingertip numbing morning after a warm night of unusual dreams.

I swiftly swept a thicker blanket over my shivering body as the blanket shields me from the harsh frosty air transferring through my window, its 6:30 im not looking forward to going to school i try and pace my self encourage myself but even the toast crumbs in my bed prickling and irritating my soft skin my body is still frozen still ready to switch of my muscles i hear the soft morning wind swaying making a beautiful sound as the birds sing there melodies, sometimes if i'm lucky because it's still dark the entertaining morpork morporks to the other morporks.

I gather up all my courage and rush and emerge out of my bed as the cold attacks me causing me to shiver. I quickly slip on some deodorant and my uniform comes with.

Pop! Pop! Pop! Rice bubbles chatter away sailing the bermuda breakfast in my bowl of milk when the avalanche of sweet snow (sugar) piles down drowning the poor rice bubbles.

The treacherous white slug on a brush jumps into my mouth, me grunting at the mouth numbing mint that is painful stinging my gums.

I slip my cracked lunchbox and juice stained drink bottle that i made last night into my bag, as i leave i swing my bag around my back open the front door as i travel through Australia (inside) to Antarctica (outside) ready to progress through my day as i waddle down the driveway of large medium small rocks covered in fungi and moss i pass by a large number of chrome red glossy poisonous toadstool sending numbers of nuclear warheads (Stones) exploding them leaving damp shard and crumbs of mushroom everywhere,blood thirsty vampire sand flies and mossy's inject their needle feasting on my buffet of blood until they uncover their main enemy the fantail, it follows me all the way at least 3 of them everyday sway down sometimes centimetres from my face.

a pack of coke brown fuzzy fur baby wekas and their protective mom bolt to the other side with the moms patterned feathers pruning up trying to scare me away to keep the babies safe as they struggle with much hope to catch up, a good way to start my day.

The gas hisses as the bus driver slowly and painfully opens the door with a friendly good morning. I reply back slide into a seat seeking for a comfortable position as I doze off gazing at the beautiful countryside and bush of moana.