A Typical Day of Ralph

Waking up, I go to my clothes chest and open the drawers, looking for a clean uniform. Once I'm done dressing, I walk down to the first floor of our house (we have three floors) where my breakfast of eggs, toast, and orange juice is waiting for me. I shovel down my breakfast fast for my father is waiting at the door for me. I grab my books and out the door we go, down five steps to the street below. My father walks with me to the corner, and then we go our separate ways until 8:00 at night, and even then we don't always see each other until morning comes.
Anyways, I walk to the school to the big wooden doors. The school used to be a small castle-like structure, and also, was once used as a little church. It has bee re-modeled a little to look more modern, but it still has it's deep and dark scariness to it, with sconces that still hang along the long corridors. I walk through the halls, alone and in my own little world, to each of my classes as the bells ring. The mornings always go by slow, and then lunch, with the afternoon classes flying by fast like eagles. The final bell rings at 3:30 p.m., signaling the end of the school day. I go out the big wooden doors, walking slowly around the corner to my house. I walk through the iron gates, up the steps, and through the front door. I drop my books on the bench and wait for my father to call me so I know when he will be home this evening.
Just another typical day for me.