~Home School (Amy and Angel)~

I open my eyes and swivel my body around under my bedcovers as to catch sight of the time on the small wooden clock on my bedside table. The hands on the clock tell me that the time is 6:30 in the morning. The news makes me groan slightly, knowing that there is no more chance to sleep today as any minute my mum will come through the creaky wooden door to wake me up and help me get myself ready for lessons. When I say lessons I bet you think that I am getting ready to learn in school like all of the others in my district. Well, I am afraid you are wrong, I don't go to school because of my illness. Anyway, back to my day. As I expected, my mum came through the door quietly only 2 minutes after I had woken up. When I heard the door start to open with its trademark creak I shut my eyes quickly in the hope of being able to fool my mum into letting me sleep a little longer. The older woman knows me well enough however and sees through my attempt. "Come on dearie. I know you're awake. Angel won't like you being late", I heard her say warmly. My eyes slowly open again and I see my mum, complete with a smile on her face. It is the small things like this that make me smile in the mornings. Me and mum say good morning to each other while I start to pull my bedcovers aside, instantly feeling cooler from the absence of the heat the covers were providing. The talking came to a halt as I took my mum's hand and she helped me prise myself up from my bed and onto my two feet. Gravity instantly pulls down on me and it takes me a second to balance. Mum lets go of my hand and leaves me to get changed.

Now I am up on my feet I walk slowly over to my small wardrobe which holds the few different outfits that mum is able to afford for me. It isn't much but there is a wealth of clothes there compared to what the children in the lower districts seem to have. It takes me several minutes of debating in my head to decide what outfit I am going to put on and I change out of my pyjamas and into my clothes for the day. My choice is a white top made of a lovely thin material that is a little too big but it gives me growing room at least. I also have a pair of light blue jeans that are supposed to be skinny fit but are regular on my skinny legs. This is topped off with a small black cardigan. It is only a half cardigan but it helps keep me warm in these winter months. With my illness I am very sensitive to the cold so I have to wrap up warm all the time. It means I get to wear my cardigan a lot though so I don't complain. The shoes I wear are one of only two pairs that I own and the only ones that fit with the outfit. I give a small smile as I tie up the black laces on the shoes tightly. Doing this starts to slightly unbalance me so I stand myself up properly as soon as I am finished. I pick up my small hairbrush and use it to carefully take the knots out of my hair that have appeared from my tossing and turning during the night. Once all the knots are out I brush slower to tame the slight frizz my hair has gained and return my hair to it's natural style. Now this is done I use my effort to slowly make my way downstairs into the living room and sit myself down on the small, shabby sofa.

When my mum sees me sat down she gives me smile and offers to get me my breakfast to which I happily accept. Minutes later my mum comes in with a small plate and I eat gratefully. People in the higher district would turn their nose up at what my mum had just served but here in district 7 I was grateful to recieve as much as I did. Once my meagre meal was finished I dragged my feet into the kitchen and placed my plate ready to be washed before returning to the sofa. I look at the small table beside the sofa and pick up my current notebbok and pen. I need to go over my study notes from my last lessons ready for the impending arrival of my tutor. Well techincally Angel is my Tutor and Carer as she does both for me. Hence I have gotten to know her well and look forward to my lessons with her. The first lesson I have to revise is maths which bores me completely. I just can't get a grip on the complex formulas which are involved in the equations. After a short time I take a break from this and swith to looking again at my music notes. Angel has been teaching me to read music which I have really been enjoying. It is interesting to see what each symbol on the sheet music means and how to interpret it. I smile as I read over the notes, unaware that time is passing quickly. I am startled and driven from my notebook by what I judge to be a knock at the door. I hear mum yell for the visitor to come in from the kitchen and I turn around to survey who the visitor is.