A fiction story to represent my day to day life during quarentine

I groan, pulling my pillow over my head. Here we go again. I smack my alarm away unplugging the indestructible clock. I lay in bed trying to go back to sleep. I have woken up again, at 10:30. I finally get up, as my parents are there to force me. I start on my schoolwork in my kitchen. I munch on what is supposed to be my lunch, a thing made of pasta or rice knowing me. I watch some TV while eating and finishing work. And they say multitasking is not really real. Ha, well that's what my parents say. I join my google meet ELA session, and just wait for ages for people to read their lines in our table read. Once that is done, I beg my parents to make a bake, such as pita chips or scones. I spend 2-4 hours on that, then I work on my Korra costume, and sit looking at recipes but realizing I don't have essential ingredients to make the recipe. Eh, at least I´m being honest. I make or help set the table for dinner, eat dinner, then watch more TV. I watch Avatar the greatest show from my childhood. I then start to make my lunch for the next day, and I gotta admit my lunches to me are up there with the mom´s who make star-shaped fruit lunches. I do this for way too long, but to credit me, I only have a microwave. Fried rice from a microwave is impressive. Then, I go to bed late. Like, LATE late. I groan knowing tomorrow will be identical or at least very similar.