It is Friday. It is seven o\'clock in the morning. I am lying in bed and hearing my mothers words, \"Cathy, get up! If you stay in bed longer, you will be late for school.\" I get up but can\'t find anything. Where is my white blouse? Oh, mum didn\'t wash it yesterday. I put on a grey shirt and run downstairs. Now I don\'t have any time for breakfast. \"If I run all the way, I will be able to take a bus to school,\" I think. My mum is at the kitchen door with a sandwich in her hand. \"You will be hungry when you come to school,\" she says. \"Eat it on the way to the bus stop. Have a nice day, dear.\"