... to get up and manage to ready. I usually end up doing everything in a hurry. I run down the squeaky stairs, have a wash, grab a Jammie Dodger before I finish off the homework that I started the night before and have to hand in this morning. By now it'll probably be about eight-forty. I'll open the door, step out and just as I'm about to close it my mum yells out, "Don't slam the door!" I run down the driveway and on to Taverners Road, where I'll have to wait at least a minute before I would be able to cross the busy traffic-jammed road. When I finally do get on to the other side, I usually see a Porsche Boxster speeding past the traffic lights, roaring out 220 bhp, which makes me start dreaming about the day I'll own one of those. My ambition is to have ...

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