"Ah~~~~~~~~~~, Mom!!!! Why didn't you call me earlier!!! I'm late!!!!!!!!!!" A ghostly cry and wolf howl came from my room. Maybe my parents had already developed immunity to my roar, but they still went about their own business, which was so disrespectful to me. I took a piece of toast in my left hand and a cup of milk in my right hand and went out. I didn't care about my mother waving my handsome camouflage bag behind me and calling out, "Hey Yiyi! Cup! Cup! And you still haven't carried your schoolbag! Why are you going to study if you don't carry your schoolbag?" When I ran downstairs, my mother saw that I didn't hear her "call", so a phone came on my PHS, "Hey, hey, hey? Is there something wrong? I can't go to school in time and you still called me. Give me the phone, by the way~ Who are you?" The voice on the other end of the phone shouted, "Are you mistaken? Do you want to take your cup to school? Why don't you go to school without carrying it in your schoolbag?" I fainted immediately, gave the cup to my mother, and flew down.
This is how I started my junior high school life