Same old day by Emily

He was so lonely. Sam- who was a 12 year old boy- was sitting under the shade of his favourite willow tree in his favourite park. The sky was grey and miserable as usual. Sam knew what he did every day and it was never different: he would wake up in his hyena themed bedroom; go downstairs for breakfast; drag himself upstairs to his bedroom; wash and dress; then walk to the park and climb to his special place for a sandwich. He lived far from where all his friends did so he always did it alone. It never changed.