Narrative Basis.

my name is tom, every day i have the same routine. first i get up, put on my pants, socks, shirt and tie, and trousers. shoes. i then clean my teeth, eat one and a half slices of toast with the jam from around the strawberries. i don't like lumps in jam but my mum keeps buying the lumpy one. i pick up my school bag packed from the night before and out of the door. up the left hand side of the path, cars drive on the left hand side of the road in britain, japan and probably some other places. at this corner i take off my shoes and place them upside down under mrs pembers bush, its leaves are big and they don't have a dog so they wont get wet. this is where i put my socks (post box on a house) he checks his post at 7am every day so they'll be safe all day here. these socks are 100% cotton - i'm allergic to some man made fibers. I hide my trousers here (maybe a rack in an oxfam shop with a sleeping attendant he thinks she might be dead), i sometimes look at myself in this window, i don't think i'm the only one, i think its the only reason people stop at this shop because they never go in. i think i look like it have a shirt on, i'm a boy. thats the park, i don't go and play there anymore because its for little kids. i take my shirt off by loosening my tie a little, and opening the top two buttons, it all slips off in one then, it looks a bit like there's an invisible man wearing it. that pen ran out ages ago but i like how it looks. (hides the shirt under the merry go round about thing). Every day i get sent home from school (walks through the gate). i dont like school, so i do this and get sent home. (walks up a coridor and opens the door of a class room) .... something something something..... something like that.