It was a Saturday morning. I was awake but did not get up from my bed. I buried my head deeper into the bedspread and began to daydream about what secondary school would be like.After all,there was no need to wake up early. I had nothing to do. I had sat for my common Entrance Examination last week. " This is the time to take things easy," I thought.
" Dayo," my mom shouted my name as she knocked at the door of my room, " won't you get up? Come out here, I want to see you."
" I'm coming,mom." I grumbled as I grip out of bed. I kicked my bedcover away.it had wrapped itself around my legs. I watched as it landed on my half-filled, leftover bottle of fruit juice that I abandoned at the foot of my wardrobe.
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he bottle fell and spilled it's content on the floor. My bedcover was soaked up the fruit puddle. It also seeped into a textbook I had flung on the floor last night. The book soaked in the juice.I watched as it becomes soggy.
My shoes were also scattered all over the floor.A pair was beside my bed while another was near the door. My room was in a mess . It was pigsty.
"wale, are you okay?". There was dear in mummy's voice." open this door.She knocked again.
I sprang up. I began to rearrange my room. My mother must not come in, " I thought, and see my room in this crazy state or else I would be in trouble.
I quickly mopped up the juice with my soaked bedcover and hid it in my wardrobe. I also packed all my clothes and shoes away. I remembered the juicesoaked book and quickly shoved it after the bedcover into my wardrobe.
