"Let's go mom! We're gonna be late!" I screamed with my hard hands cuffed in a circle. I ran down the stairs after brushing my hair until it had no knots or rough spots. She walked up the stairs dreadfully. A pig she wasn't but, a turtle with knotted legs she was. I laid on the couch thinking of what my hard-working brother would say to me if I was late or maybe he wouldn't say anything, because he wouldn't even be there if I was more than thirty minutes late. He was at school taking a practice exam, a 3 hour exam. He said that he "had" to take it, or else he would fail the class. Apparently everyone in his class had to take it. My mother came downstairs...finally.
We got in the car shortly after my mother told me not to set the alarm. I brought 2 chocolate bars of the brand "Twix" while my mom brought 2 ice teas. We left the house and arrived at school. We waited for my brother to come out, and then after many people left he came out. I told him we had to wait for him and he didn't care. He was just overjoyed to have finished that difficult test, though he didn't really show it. We were on our way home, until I accidentally told my mother to go the wrong way. However my mom knew the way home when we reached a mall, or something. I was happy when we got home and ran upstairs to finish homework.
"What a waste of time." I thought to myself. I only went because my mom doesn't know how to get to the school, and because my brother would totally scold me if my mom got lost on her way to pick him up. So here I am typing on my ordinary laptop about the horrible 4 hours of today. It was a boring day with a long rush hour.
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