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Waking up to the sound of birdsong isn't as nice as people make it out to be you know. In fact it really sucks. First you are unceremoniously woken up by these birds who don't even sing in tune and then you can't get back to sleep as they have the indecency to keep singing. These birds are downright rude. What wouldn't I give to possess a gun and the permission to shoot every single one of them? Stupid little feathery balls of uselessness.

I dragged my head out from under the numerous blankets that were piled up on top of me and flopped it onto the pillow, where it should have been. Argh. The bright blinding light is shining right into my eyes. Who left my curtains open? Oh that's right, I did. Getting home drunk from a friend's house party when you're still actually underage is never a good idea. Thank god I escaped my parents notice as I not very subtly snuck back into the house. Hangover… My head felt like it was splitting open as the birds continued their assault on my eardrums. I never want to see a bottle of sherry again…

As my eyes managed to adjust to the blinding light the first thing I saw was a photo. Odd. I didn't normally have a photo on my bedside table and it wasn't even in a frame. It was just the photo, nothing else particularly special which was a bit weird because that should have gone into my album. I could see the white back of the photo. Actually I didn't even know if it was a photo. I was just guessing but it did look like a photo.

I picked up this random photo and saw something that I would have rather forgotten. Curse my bad luck and my embarrassing past. It was a photo of me in primary school, in year three. I'd been doing dares with my friends and the dare I had was to lean backwards off the bench, pull the weirdest face I could and drink water all at the same time. Drinking water when you're upside down is hard and I accidently sprayed all the water back out. At that precise moment someone had taken a photo. I had completely wiped that traumatising memory from my mind. I thought I'd never have seen it again. Someone out there hates me. I slumped and rolled off my bed onto the floor, my cheeks burning. When my head hit the floor I felt an explosion of pain as my hangover chose this time to reawaken in all of its full and bloody glory. I give up.

Well it could be worse. The pain abated after ten minutes or so as I clutched my head in agony as my alarm clock continued the assault on my head that the birds had started. Then screaming started up. A screaming I recognised all too well. How could my creepy neighbours have chosen now to start running around? I groaned as I dragged myself off of the floor to start the day.

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Waking up to the sound of birdsong isn't as nice as people make it out to be you know. In fact it really sucks. First you are unceremoniously woken up by these birds who don't even sing in tune and then you can't get back to sleep as they have the indecency to keep singing. These birds are downright rude. What wouldn't I give to possess a gun and the permission to shoot every single one of them? Stupid little feathery balls of uselessness.

I dragged my head out from under the numerous blankets that were piled up on top of me and flopped it onto the pillow, where it should have been. Argh. The bright blinding light is shining right into my eyes. Who left my curtains open? Oh that's right, I did. Getting home drunk from a friend's house party when you're still actually underage is never a good idea. Thank god I escaped my parents notice as I not very subtly snuck back into the house. Hangover… My head felt like it was splitting open as the birds continued their assault on my eardrums. I never want to see a bottle of sherry again…

As my eyes managed to adjust to the blinding light the first thing I saw was a photo. Odd. I didn't normally have a photo on my bedside table and it wasn't even in a frame. It was just the photo, nothing else particularly special which was a bit weird because that should have gone into my album. I could see the white back of the photo. Actually I didn't even know if it was a photo. I was just guessing but it did look like a photo.

I picked up this random photo and saw something that I would have rather forgotten. Curse my bad luck and my embarrassing past. It was a photo of me in primary school, in year three. I'd been doing dares with my friends and the dare I had was to lean backwards off the bench, pull the weirdest face I could and drink water all at the same time. Drinking water when you're upside down is hard and I accidently sprayed all the water back out. At that precise moment someone had taken a photo. I had completely wiped that traumatising memory from my mind. I thought I'd never have seen it again. Someone out there hates me. I slumped and rolled off my bed onto the floor, my cheeks burning. When my head hit the floor I felt an explosion of pain as my hangover chose this time to reawaken in all of its full and bloody glory. I give up.

Well it could be worse. The pain abated after ten minutes or so as I clutched my head in agony as my alarm clock continued the assault on my head that the birds had started. Then screaming started up. A screaming I recognised all too well. How could my creepy neighbours have chosen now to start running around? I groaned as I dragged myself off of the floor to start the day.