**And today it will be minus thirty-five with the windchill.
Remember to bundle up and to stay sheltered as much as possible!**
"Nrrg."
**Now, back to our ten songs in a row.**
"Glurphne."
**Never made it as a wise man!**
"Shailey! Get up!"
**This is how you remind me...**
"Shailey! It's seven forty-five!
Up!"
**Been to the bottom of every bottle!**
"Shailey!"
"What?"
**And this is how, you remind me,**
"Get up!"
**This time I'm, mistaken,**
"Alright, alright!"
**Yeah, yeah, yeah...**
"Yeah, yeah, yeah... no no...
Yeah, yeah, yeah... no no!"
"Shailey!"
"I'm up!"
**Never made it as a wise man.
Couldn't cut it as a poor man stealing.
This is how you remind me.
This is how you remind me.
This is how you remind me of what I really am.
This is how you remind me of what I really am...**
"And turn that off!"
"They stuck words in my head!"
**Yeah, yeah, yeah... are we having fun yet?**
"Turn it off!"
"Song's nearly over!"
Blurp.
"You're going to be late!"
...Fifteen minutes later...
"Shailey! It's eight!
Get out of the shower!"
...Five minutes after that...
"Shailey!
Your toast is ready!"
"I didn't ask for any toast!"
... no response.
...Three minutes colder...
Thump, thump, thump.
"What took you so long?" My mom asked.
"Couldn't get my contact lense in...
Hey!
Save some peanut butter for me!" I replied, grabbing a plate, my toast, a knife and my chair.
"There's plenty." My brother pointed out, slopping even more on his peanut butter with toast.
I put a small glob of peanut butter on my toast then spread it out.
Then I squeezed some honey on top of that and spread it.
My brother then stole the honey and put a gigantic mound on his peanut butter.
I rolled my eyes in disgust and removed my braces elastics.
"You better hurry up, Shailey, you're going to be late." My mother warned, cutting up my bagel.
I gobbled down my toast a bit too fast for comfort, gulped down a glass of milk and dashed upstairs.
I brushed my teeth and set out the hair drier.
Five minutes later, I was drying my hair.
Two minutes after that, with wet hair, I was pounding down the steps.
I rooted out my bus pass from my school bag, ran and got my tacky teal coat and spiffy scarf, mits and toque.
I ran down the hallway to the door, slinging my scarf around my neck and putting on my coat.
I jammed my toque over my straight-when-wet hair and slipped on my mits as I stuffed my feet in my skater shoes.
"Have a good day!" I yelled and wrenched the door open, belatedly swinging my bag onto my right shoulder.
"Wait! Your lunch!" My mom cried, running up and handing it to me while I stood on the doorstep.
I took the small box from her with a small smile.
"See you!" I said and she waved as she closed the door.
I scampered down the front steps - slipping, as I always did, on the third step despite their being a meter in length - then across the driveway.
I dodged the worst of the ice at the base of our driveway in the January air and failed to avoid the lump of snow at the end.
I cursed angrily and walked quickly past our neighbour's.
I rounded the corner and sighed in relief when I spotted my friend Andrew.
I had not missed the bus, yet.
I walked up to him at the bus stop, trying and failing to unfold my bus pass.
The cover was cracked in many places, not to mention I had stuffed four months' bus passes in it.
And my photo ID for my bus pass was sliced down the middle.
"Hey." I panted, sliding to a halt beside him.
"Hey." He answered, nodding slightly and taking the headphones from his ears.
"It's cold." I shuddered, looking up the road for the bus.
"I know, I can't feel my ears." He responded.
"Why didn't you wear a toque?" I inquired, looking at his baseball hat.
"I left it at school." He replied, grinning slightly.
"Andrew!" Our fellow student, Dave - full name David - cried, running down the sidewalk from mine and his street.
"Uh oh.." Andrew observed as the slightly crazy friend of ours barreled towards him.
I, however, moved out of the way so Dave could barrel right into Andrew.
Like he always did.
It was just normal for me to get out of Dave's way when he saw a friend.
If I did not, I would just get knocked over in the process.
Dave cursed as he stopped.
"It's frickin' cold!" He exclaimed.
"No? Really?" I answered sarcastically.
"I thought it was warm.
I mean, it's only minus thirty-five with the windchill!"
He mock-glared at me and I smirked slightly.
He made as if to grab the supplies we had been given in Integrated Technology to build a car.
The main thing being a long rod of jinx wood which hurt when it was whacked against someone's head.
Usually mine or Andrew's, when Dave was involved.
