Getting ready for school

I don’t sleep well at night. My brain won’t stop and I keep waking up, then it’s so hard to get back to sleep. Last night was like that and I’m so tired.

Mum just woke me up but I don’t want to go to school today. I’m not going. My tummy hurts. My head hurts. My arm hurts. My toe hurts. Mum says I need to get dressed. I want toast for breakfast.

My T-shirt isn’t being easy. It is inside out and the wrong way round and the sleeve is stuck and really hard to get on and ow! The label is itchy. I’m taking it off! Now it’s inside out again.

I put my trousers on instead. “have you changed your underpants?” Oh no! I haven’t remembered to change my pants. I take my trousers off. I’m starting to feel funny. I don’t think I will go to school. I sit in my bed because it’s safe there. Mum walks in. I start to cry. Getting dressed is too hard today.

Mum helps me put my T-Shirt and trousers on. Ow the label still hurts! I need to get it off again. Mum cuts the label off and puts my T-Shirt back on. It feels a bit better so I can keep it on. She passes me my jumper. I don’t want to go to school.

Mum tells me to change my socks and goes to make breakfast. I like the old socks. Clean ones feel funny. I don’t want to take my socks off, I already have socks on and they don’t feel bad. I go downstairs for my toast.

Im sat on my chair at the table and mum places cereals in front of me. I’m not eating cereals though. I’m having toast today. Mum tells me to eat my cereals, there isn’t any bread. I want toast. Im meant to have toast today. I can’t eat. I feel sick. I don’t want to go to school. I hate clean socks. School is noisy. I don’t want to go.

It’s time to brush my teeth. I hate my toothbrush. I hate the toothpaste. I hate brushing my teeth. I’m not going to do that. Mum says I have to. My brain says I can’t. I can’t, it might hurt. It feels funny. The taste is too strong. I can’t do that. Mum makes me. I don’t like that. I don’t want her to make me. I wanted toast. My socks are wrong. I don’t want to go to school. It’s too loud.

It’s time to put my shoes on. I can’t find my shoes. Mum says I need to wear my trainers because we are late now. I can’t do that! I can’t wear these. They aren’t right. They aren’t the shoes I have to wear to school. Everyone might look at my shoes. I don’t want to go to school. The shoes hurt my feet, they don’t feel right. I want my old socks back. I’m hungry. I don’t want to go to school. 

I’m feeling really funny now. My heart’s starting to beat fast and I feel sick. I don’t want to go to school. Mum opens the door. My legs run.

I’m back in my bed now. I’m not going, I cant. Mum is saying I have to. My eyes are crying and my head hurts. I hate my life. I don’t want to go to school. I hold mum tight. We go downstairs. I don’t want to go to school. I want to go to bed. My legs don’t want to walk. My hands are holding the door frame. I don’t want to go to school.

Mum pulls me up the street. My legs won’t walk. My hands grab anything they can. My eyes are crying. My tummy hurts. My feet feel funny. I can’t walk. I can’t go to school. It’s too loud. I want toast. Don’t make me go mummy. Don’t make me go. 

We are at school now. Theres my door. I cant go in. I just can’t. Its loud, I can hear it. There are too many people. My shoes are wrong. The classroom hurts my head. I was meant to have toast. The school smells funny. What if someone looks at me. My shoes. I cant go in. I can’t do it. My body doesn’t want to. My brain doesn’t want to. It’s too much! 

Im on the floor, I can’t think anymore. My heads too full. I wish I was dead. I hurt. I hear noise but I don’t know what people are saying. I close my eyes. It’s too much. Make it go away!


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