My parents were away for one week holiday, and I was home alone without any restrain. Meanwhile I can watch my lovely movie until early in the morning.
It was a glorious morning. The chirping birds signaled a new day ahead "Ring..." the alarm clock rang madly, rudely awakening me from my deep slumber. Horror of horrors, I was late for work! I rushed to the bathroom for a quick wash and turned on the tap. Scrambling around the house like a madcap, I managed to dress myself in just a few seconds, breaking my usual record.
I thought, and settled on some orange juice and a croissant. Only a small dribble came from the carton, so I snatched another. But, pulling at it too hard, I wrenched the top off by mistake. A dam-burst of juice flooded down over my clean top. Oh No! I dashed upstairs to change again!
At long last, I was ready but the bus had gone. So I got to wait for the next bus. Having a great sigh, I consigned myself to it with some trepidation and started my journey.
When the bus reached, I put my hand in my pocket to pay for the bus fare, I was horrified to find the pocket empty. I had no money! "What shall I do?" As the bus driver was waiting for me. So I got to run back to get my wallet and waiting for the next bus again!
Finally sit in the bus, but everybody is looking at me. I wonder something wrong on my face, so I try to wipe and took out the mirror at the same time. Oh dear! It was so dirty with my messy hair, and I wear a pair of slipper to work. So embarrassed!
I managed to reach office without doing myself anymore bodily harm.