Ten Chapters

CHAPTER 2

My five o'clock alarm rang. I hit the snooze button and groaned; I laid on my belly and muttered, two more minutes.

Oh wait, did you think I would  have woken up at five on a vacation day?? I put the alarm at five, so that I can wake up at six. I mean, who wakes up at five on holidays; only someone who is aiming at out "Alberting" Einstein.

I laid there for a while as my body and mind seriously battled on when I should wake up. I stay up so late, chatting that I forget that sleep can be a deadly disease.

I finally woke up; forcefully raising my eyelids which had been glued shut and dragging my nagging body off the bed. It was 5:45am.

I started off with my usual chores - sweeping the house, doing the dishes, cleaning the stove, dusting the tables and wiping my dad's world famous guitar to gleam.

Oh Shoot!! Just when I thought I'd beaten time it was 7:00 and Kekeli would be at the door in a second.

I quickly rushed to my room and stripped myself naked. I covered my body with a towel and zoomed off into the bathroom.

Everything was soapy and blurry. By 7:15, I was out of the bathroom. Almost slipping, I grabbed the handle of the door and balanced myself well on my toes. My fingers slipped on the doorknob and the pointy end cut my index. A trickle of blood dripped from the end of the cut. I put my finger in my mouth sucking it vigorously. Suddenly, the doorbell rang.

The sound of the doorbell frightened me to the extent that I slipped and fell.

Ah Nutssss!!!!! All that attempt to save a fall and alas! I end up down flat on the floor.

The doorbell only meant one thing; KEKELI WAS HERE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I'm doomed! Doomed! DOOMED! All right people, it was fun getting to know you but at this point, my time has come. Death is calling me and I must answer.

Yes! Death! My dad would eventually start putting pressure on me to hurry up and he'll complain about how I'm always late. Then mom will hear and top it up with more pressure, screams and scolding.

Mathematically,
Pressure × Pressure = Pressure squared.
The SI unit for pressure squared is death.

I'm a science student so don't question my above equation. I totally know what I'm talking about so take it as you see it.

I did a Chinese wake up ( not exactly a Chinese wake up but I imagined doing it. It still counts right???) I got off the floor and rushed to my room.

I slapped pomade all over my body and drenched my hair in coconut oil. I put on my underwear and when I turned to take my outfit...........................   MY OUTFIT!!!!!

I left it in the hall after ironing it yesterday.  I wrapped my pink "virgin Mary" towel around me and I tiptoed through the corridor. Just a precautionary measure. I didn't want to receive a round of scolds from my mom.

I walked quietly through the hall. My dad didn't notice me but Kekeli did.

"Hi Lindsay" She said in a calm tone with an adoring smile.

Daughter of a bitch!!! (Well I don't if that's a thing, but if it is, that's what she was). You just had to rattle my name right out of your stinking mouth, didn't you! Idiotic stupid ass motherfucking asshole with an annoying voice like 2014 Piper from Henry Danger! IMBECILE! You know what, this, whatever that we have here, friendship or whatever, it's over!

Well of course I didn't say that, I was so scared to speak. Not nightmare or darkness kind of scared but "daddy is gonna whop your ass" kind of scared.

I gave Kekeli a soothing smile and Daddy turned an eye to me and made the face. The "let your friend leave and you would see how I will pep talk the tears right outta your eyes" face.