This is Me.

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Idara

I wish I could say I was woken up by my alarm, throwing the covers off me and getting ready for the second school day of the session.

A fresh start.

That, my friends, would have been way better than what happened to me.

But no.

The light seeping in through my dark curtains and illuminating my room told me that it was past dawn. Hurriedly sitting up, a wave of pain slammed around in my back, pushing me back down.

My eyes felt heavy, like bags of cement were hanging from them. Trying to force them open proved an almost herculean task. My bones felt like lead, heavy and achy. My muscles felt severely wringed. 

Feeling groggy and disoriented, I decided to sit down there for awhile, trying to decide on the best course of action take. I mean, standing up when one is sore is no laughing matter, at all.

A few minutes of pointless procrastination and I decided to attempt standing up, big mistake on my part. My knees creaked as I dragged my self up, attempting a stretch.

I hate Tuesdays. 

Walking towards the window, the golden light that slapped me was enough to double my headache. Squinting and trying to adjust my eyes to the light, I noticed the golden hues spreading across the sky, brightening the horizon.

"Shit, shit, shit," I cussed loudly, scrambling to my bathroom. If I didn't get my lazy ass moving now, I'd have to stroll into the assembly a few minutes late and face Mr Okandeji's 'wrath'. Yay.

I quickly turned on my water heater…well as quick as I could go with my creaky knees. As I brushed my teeth, the cold rushing water, somehow got to my wrist and the familiar burn reminded me of last night.

Nope, not doing this today– I told myself, pushing the thoughts to the back of my head. Apparently, the thoughts jammed my neck, because at that moment, a striking pain seared through my neck…reminding me never to sleep on the floor again.

Have I told you I hate Tuesdays yet?

I moved towards my bathtub, making a mental calculation of how long the heater had been on. It was barely ten minutes, but it would be okay, I guess.

The lukewarm water cascading down my neck onto my stiff body helped loosen the tightness, only a little though.

I felt my muscles free themselves and the knots begin to loosen. I comfortably stretched as I hummed, letting the steam envelope me.

Nothing like a warm shower on a stiff body. After my quick shower, I hopped out… quickly applying all my cosmetics and wearing my school uniform.

My uniform.

‘Fuck,’’I internally swore as I picked it up from my bed, examining it. My grey trousers were wrinkled and squeezed. The white of my shirt was decorated by spots and lines of red, from last night's escapades.

I quickly grabbed an iron, rushing to iron my trouser. In all my haste, I accidentally grazed the tip of my finger against the hot iron.

God…why me?

I rushed towards the bathroom with my trouser on, in my singlet, as I attempted washing the blood off my shirt in the sink.

A few minutes later, I realized I was wasting time, hurriedly shoved my damp shirt into my wardrobe and yanked my short sleeve off its hanger and transfered it to the ironing board where I hastily ironed it.

"This will do, I guess,” I muttered, holding the shirt up, quickly moving my eyes over it. I hastily tucked it into my trousers, putting on my sweater vest(to hide the obvious wrinkles).