Hi, I am Charlotte. A 10 year old girl who can't be bothered to be on time. Why? Because It's boring and I don't have to be. 

I'm going to start this story by telling you about my mother, she's always late. She's either doing her hair and  make up and doing little things that doesn't matter. By the time I'm ready, she's still doing those things that really matter. That's why I'm late. It doesn't matter. 

Firstly, I hate being on time. It means I have to stick with rules and all that. 

In the mornings on school days,  I like to take my time. When I get there. I'll be there. No sooner. 

I like to watch Youtube of a morning and then get ready for school when I'm done watching. 

I try to be on time, but I just can't be bothered anymore. Laying in bed of a morning and watching YouTube always seems to beat me at the "get up and go" attitude. Which I don't have. Clearly!. 

I really hate being on time to anything.  I just can't seem to manage the whole routine thing, you know what us kids are "supposed" to like. Yeh right. 

When school days come after a quick and deserved week end, from the boringness of the week before, I tend to shudder at the thought of Monday's. I know I'm "supposed" to get up and get ready and do all the usual "routine" things other kids do. 

I'm not that kid. Not by far. 

Yes. I'm suppose to have breakfast, brush my teeth, put on my uniform, have my hair done and pack my school bag and then walk out the door and arrive at school promptly. 

Nothing gives me more grief then doing this. 

I like my school and  my teacher. But,  I find school boring and there is nothing to look forward to everyday to make me want to go there. 

When I'm at school, I am a good student. I do my homework after a week of talking myself into it, let's face it homework shouldn't exist. 

I mean, don't we go to school enough without having to do homework at home too?. 

"LIKE WHY BRUH" isn't school enough

The only thing I like about school is lunch time and home time. 

I know I'm speaking about every kid out there when I say that. School is boring. Simple. 

When I am on time to school, on the rare occasion it happens, I play with my friends before the bell goes. It seems like the bell rings as soon as I get there just to get me to go to class when I'm having fun. 

When I enter the classroom, I put my bag on the hook with my name on the wall. 

We all have our own hooks to hang our bags and we have tote trays where we can put our stuff. 

When I put my bag on the hook with my name on it, I knew instantly it's going to be a day I wish I was late. 

The first topic was Maths which i HATE

A SHORT TIME LATER

After the complications of the Maths puzzles we were tortured into doing, the bell rang for recess, FINALLY. 

I pulled out my lunch box in the shape of a unicorn, I stare at it for a moment wishing I was that unicorn in a far away place. 

Far away from the tortuous Maths puzzles we just completed. 

After recess, our Teacher announced the school is having a assembly that Friday morning and our class has been asked to perform a short play with all the students in the play to perform as a small role. 

I was excited. I can hardly wait. 

After the teacher handed out our lines to the class,  I started to go through it straight away and saw what my lines would be. 

I sifted through the whole 6 pages and there I was on the second page. I had 8 lines to read. 

I took the lines home that afternoon and started to  remember my lines. 

FRIDAY MORNING

It was Friday morning. I had gone to bed earlier the night before so I wouldn't be late. I was so nervous and excited at the same time. 

The alarm sounded for an hour in the morning so I could get up and get ready for school and be early. Well, that was my intention anyway. 

Do you think I heard the alarm? NO. 

I didn't get up when my alarm sounded. All I could hear in my head was the applause of the audience for the play to come at school. 

"Charlotte, GET UP". I finally heard a voice hovering over me. 

My mum was waking me up. My body was shaking back and forth "CHARLOTTE". 

Oh no! I was late. 

I jumped out of bed straight away realising it was Friday morning. My alarm was still sounding. 

"You're late, get dressed". My mum said. 

I got dressed as quickly as possible. 

The clock read 9:18am. 

How could I sleep in like this? 

I arrived at school at 9:40. I was so late I couldn't run fast enough. 

I had dressed in the colours my teacher told us to wear for the play in the assembly. 

I rushed to the Hall by the school canteen. I went to the back door of the Hall. 

I had missed it. I wasn't happy. All week I had look forward to being in the play I worked hard to memorise the lines. 

My teacher and the class was walking off the stage, I couldn't look at their disappointed faces as they saw me peaking through the stage curtain. 

I slowly made me way out of the back stage door at the Hall and took my seat with my class on the floor. 

My friend turned to me and whispered softly

"Why are you late?" 

I answered shyly. 

"I slept in". I said looking away. 

"I had to cover your lines for you" my friend said. I nodded to thank her. 

As I sat on the hard wooden floor in disbelief, the assembly continued with rave reviews from the other teachers and the applause from the audience was still softly sounding in my head it wasn't for me with my class.