Imagine a good day.  A good day for anyone is different. Someone’s good day could be a nice, hot sunny day, another’s persons good day could be they got a A+ on their test. I’m gonna tell you about my good day. Here in Kansas, a good day to me is if I’m not late for anything because 99.9 % of the time I am. It’s also hard to be on time when you have six siblings. Don’t get me wrong, I love my family but they do slow me down a lot. I’ve even had trouble with my parents making me late. I could get up, get dressed, and be just about to head out the door when my parents will yell “Ally!”

Well, today I have a very important, super secret event happening at school, and I can’t let anyone make me late. I now have a mission. On school days I get up, get ready, go downstairs, feed the dog, grab breakfast, and head out the door. Almost every time I get distracted doing something else, and my mission is to NOT do anything else so I can make it to school on time!

I grab my backpack, look in the mirror, puff my chest and tell myself that I can do this. I slowly open the door, peak my head out and look side to side. Not a trace of anyone. I creep out my door and slowly walk down the stairs, look around the corner– not a single person. I look ahead to the door and see my dogs waiting by it like every morning.

I let them out and start towards the kitchen. As I get closer I can hear everyone in the kitchen talking, and I stop myself. I think “If I go in there, I’m most definitely gonna have to do something.”

I slowly back away and start to head out the door when I hear my parents yell “Ally!” I jump. I have to get out this door before they see me. I quickly open the door and run down the sidewalk until my house isn’t in sight anymore.

I sigh while wiping my forehead, “Wooh.” Then I am all of a sudden smiling because I know its going to be a good day.