Tranquillity

𝖢𝖧𝖠𝖯𝖳𝖤𝖱 𝖳𝖧𝖱𝖤𝖤

                              •𝐌𝐚𝐫𝐬𝐚𝐢•

DO YOU EVER DREAD going to school not because of learning but because of a certain person? I am going through that dread right now, and honey it is not desirable.

I am not one for attention so I do not know how to handle it. I have shut down a couple of girls that wanted to be my friend mainly because I do not want the extra baggage. I know I am not easy to deal with so I am just sparing them the hustle of dealing with me.

Girls are incredibly annoying and I know I sound like a hypocrite by saying that, but I can not sugarcoat this in anyway. Nothing good comes out of befriending people, girls especially. There is backstabbing, gossiping and slandering.

The attention I hate the most is from egotistical, conceited boys that think they rule the world because they got the title of being captain of their team. Rich conceited guys at that. Boys that boast about getting with half the population of girls in school. Horrendous.

"Rise and shine love," my mom's cheery voice echos in my brain as she opens my bedroom blinds and leaves my door wide open. She loves doing this, reminds of my grandmother. Like mother like daughter. Firstly how is someone so cheerful at six am and secondly, what a cheesy sentence. Oh, and the cherry on the top she pulls my duvet off. Great way to start the day. Fantastic.

I wake up, regardless of my mental debate on whether or not I should wake up. After the stunts mother dearest just pulled, I would not want to sleep ever in my life even if I was sleep deprived for a year. It is safe to say I have lost my zeal and appetite to sleep any longer.

With the sleepiness still evident in my face, I drag my lazy body to the bathroom. My grandmother always reprimands me for my lazy spirit talking about, "umfazi uvuka emadabukakusa ilanga lingakasi," which translates to a lady/woman wakes up early in the morning before sunrise. It is so sexist that I as a female, I have to be stereotyped into waking up early to serve the other gender that takes it upon themselves to grace us with their presence three hours after everything is done just to feed themselves and dirty the dishes. More work. Double standards.

I reach my bathroom door and surprise surprise it is occupied. At this point it doesn't faze me, the pendejo called my brother is probably shaving his none existent facial hair. He has the nerve to call those three hairs a moustache and the five on his chin a beard. What is the hype about beards and moustaches anyways? Overdose on testosterone and alpha male syndrome.

Honestly I blame it on my very traditional parents who also happen to be minimalistic and thrifty, that is not a good combination by the way, that decided to delay fixing Donell's bathroom. "We grew up using a community bathroom with five other neighbors with six kids each without a shower," they say. Hayi bo! "Bekezela ndodana," mom says. Talk about being selfish. I am a girl I need to take my precious time in the mirror analyzing my beauty spot on my jawline and my very faint dimple on my right cheek without being disturbed by my brothers pleas for me to come out. It counts as a dimple do not be jealous. But no, my parents did not consider that.

That is why I am in this predicament right now, where I am late for school and Don is still in the bathroom. I prefer waiting on Don to waiting on Ava because our superstar takes perfection to another level. Brows should be sisters not twins, why spend three hours perfecting one?

I knock fervently releasing a low yawn and stretching my arms. After what feels like hours, he lets me in and he leaves in a morning gown smelling like shave cream. See I told you. This boy. Wait a morning gown? What happened to body towels? Oh well I will not stress myself this early in the morning. He ruffles my hair before heading to his room which conviently, is close to the bathroom. So not fair. I take back what I said about him being no one's favorite; he is clearly God's favorite.