This morning, my annoying alarm clock woke me as I lazily stretched out of bed.

"Owww" I muttered as my head banged in pain. It's only a month since I started studying here and going to school was one big, fat pain in the neck, just like Mondays. Everyday looks like Monday while Friday and weekend looks like holidays. Short holidays, of course.

In a twinkle of an eye, I rushed to the bathroom, brush my teeth and took a warm bath. Putting my shiny, long, ebony hair into a high ponytail with my white ribbon.

I wore my pink dress, matching with my pearl white earring and sneakers. Glancing over the wall clock, it was already 8:02 a.m.
Shit I was already late for the bus.

I wouldn't want to get in trouble with Mrs. Angelica Boyle, my English language teacher. I quickly grabbed my bag and flew out of my apartment to the streets. Not listening to my grumpy stomach. My confused eyes ex raying the busy road for a bus.

***

Just then, Mason walked in.

We made an eye contact but I only hissed and left them.

Lucy smokes and take drugs. She had never been expelled because her dad is the financial minister of the state.

                      Vote

                  Comment

                       Share