leon-50190362 @leon-50190362
I woke up to the sound of my name being called from downstairs. I live in a small house with my grandmother who is always trying to get me to eat healthy food. I'm not really into that sort of thing and I much prefer junk food like pizza and fries. When she comes upstairs, I pretend like I don't hear her calling for me, hoping she'll think I'm still asleep so I can stay in bed a little longer. However, she always seems to find me anyway.
As soon as my grandmother finds me sleeping in late again, she gets annoyed with me and tells me that I need to get up and eat breakfast. She says it's not good for me to sleep too much and it'll make me lazy later on in life. But I just laugh at her when she says this because I know that no matter what she says or does, I'm still going to end up doing whatever I want anyway.
After a quick argument with my grandmother about how much sleep I should be getting each day, I finally get out of bed and head downstairs to the kitchen for some food. She's already made me a bowl of oatmeal which is something I despise more than anything else in the world. I hate the way it tastes and looks so I always try my best to avoid eating it whenever possible.
