Jester Of Cloves

*ೃ༄ Chapter 1 *ೃ༄

Why hello there I'm writing in this journal, fortunately, I have little time for myself before my father calls me so I'm deciding to write in this I might as well make the effort hm? 

This journal is large, Oh my and it has a gorgeous cover. 

I found this journal in the dumpster near my house just around the block.

It has ripped pages and it looks a bit torn up and still has fresh pages left.

I'm thinking who in the world would throw this work of art away?

I might as well make this journal mine.  It looks handmade someone must have made it whoever it was they have excellent taste in design it even has a pretty color too...

Hmm, what should I write about? 

I'm not too sure. Maybe I should use this journal for something else for learning. I know how about myself?  There are a lot of things I want to talk about

where should I start?

Sohail POV

Okay, I think I know what to write about i need to make sure I'm comfortable on this bed how should I sit?

Oh, I'll just lay down. *Sohail hears a voice coming from downstairs* *it is his father*

"Sohail, Sohail!" My father yells.  "There he goes...Again "

I say biting under my breath "Yes Father?"  *Sohail shuts his hardcover of the book and gets himself out of bed*

"Came down!" His father replies. "Get ready for uh work came down! Hurry up!" His father says as he repeats himself.

"I will Father give me 5 minutes to get ready," I replied. *Sohail is once again annoyed by his father*  I let out a sign. "

I'm so tired," I whispered. Then Sohail began to wonder and he started thinking.

"Alright 5 minutes I can do this I can get ready for 5 minutes ." "Where are they where are the clothes?"

Sohail gets ready to put on his uniform for work.

Sohail has put on some jeans a shirt a black apron and a black hat. *Sohail has gotten ready for work*

Why every 5 minutes he commands to summon me?

Why is it always me why not call anyone my siblings? when will I ever have time for myself?

*sigh* I understand that father needs to work and needs help to feed our family it is just...

I need time for myself a break that would be pleasant.

Why am I the only one who is chosen to work for my father?

I proceed to walk down the stairs. I can hear Father on the phone calling someone he talks in a very loud tone of voice.

I'm used to it it's just how my parents talk in the house and outside. 

I always assume it's one of his friends from work we don't usually get many calls from work.

"Hello, father i am ready for work. " My father in a flash turned his head and looked at me in a very grumpy way frowning like a blobfish.

I can see his bloodshot eyes looking at me. I'm used to it.

"Let us go," Father said. I was surprised I thought he would yell at me like he usually does I guess he doesn't care at this point.

I'm glad he doesn't. Myself and my father went outside it was unbearably hot as some tourists say I say it's rather a little uncomfortable.

You will continue to overcome the heat if you live on the east coast of Africa.