Ring! Ring!

Time to wake up.

You walk downstairs and make breakfast.

Then, you wake your incredibly lazy parents up.

Next, you go to summer camp where you have no friends.

It’s lonely.

After you get picked up and go back home, you start playing the piano.

Plink. Plink.

Your mom tells you that there is no emotion in your playing.

Plink.

Then, you eat dinner.

You know you should probably speed it up because you’re going to get yelled at.

But you don’t.

Here goes…

Lastly, you get to go to sleep.

Your terrible Sunday is over.

But in bed you can’t help but think…

Why is my life so busy?

The End.

Of my Sunday.