Telling Writing

Monday February, 3 was a very odd morning. I didn't fall asleep until one o'clock p.m. and was struggling to fall asleep. When I wake up I am usually like a zombie walking around and getting ready, but I was like  toddler on a sugar high running around the house. I was also like a starving wolf who got its food taken away because I didn't want to go to school. My mom made me and I was disappointed. I slept in a little bit longer so I felt like I was a quarterback almost getting sacked because I had to leave the house soon and wasn't ready. I finally got out of the house and went to school.