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The musical tone of birds chirping sound more like a lullaby than a wake up call. I yawn and turn over in bed for the umpteenth time, pulling my soft duvet over my head as I hug my teddy bear tighter.
Honestly, I haven't slept this well in a long time. Now I can catch up on all the sleep I've missed while I was at that god-forsaken boarding school. Thank God for this holiday; now I can rest and forget about all the drama that unfolded this session.
I'm about to start snoring again when I hear a huge fist banging on my door.
That idiot.
I hiss and ignore it, turning to the other side of my bed again as I close my eyes and continue travelling deeper and deeper into dream land. It's not even up to ten minutes before I hear that terribly loud knocking again. This time it's followed by his annoying voice.
"Serenity! Better come and carry your remaining stuff from downstairs oh! It's still in front of the parlour door oh!"
I let out a loud groan and furiously kick my legs in the air, subsequently throwing my duvet off of me.
"It's like your purpose on earth is to be the very bane of my existence, Damontae," I growl.
Placing my hand on the door handle, I open the door and see him standing there with a stupid smile on his face.
What is he smiling for?
I'm about to slam the door in his face but he uses his huge hand to stop it, forcefully pushing the door open and almost hitting me in the face with it. When he does this, his smile grows into a wide grin.
"Oya, get your stuff from downstairs and go and cook lunch for us because it's already after three," he says.
Did I sleep that long?
"And change your clothes too."
He points at me, actually pointing at my full school uniform, stiffling a stupid laugh by pressing his lips tightly against each other.
Aggravated, I slam the door in his face and lean on it.
Damontae.
I run my tired hands over my face as I heave a short sigh. What is he doing back here, at home? It's been at least four years since he left, and he never came back home for anything, not even during the holidays. He never even called!
And all of a sudden, he comes back, picks me up from school, telling me mum travelled. He isn't even close to mum! They don't even communicate at all! So how does he know? How did she even tell him? When and why did she even travel? It can't be because of dad because their marriage isn't even in the best of times.
All these questions and more questions flood my mind as I wonder what Damontae has up his sleeve right now. Knowing him, he's a very dubious person, extremely dubious. Before father travelled abroad for work, Damontae was pretty good at scamming him for different things: clothes, shoes, and money. Especially money.
Damontae was and probably is still extremely good at stealing money.
Mum told me that when he was younger and they used to go to the market, Damontae used to pick pockets. Nobody ever noticed him do it, but there was a day when a no nonsense pepper seller caught him and gave him a good thrashing in the market square. Mum said she didn't bother to stop the pepper seller, seeing she knew Damontae needed a beating and obviously had it coming.
She said that he swore to never step foot in that particular market again.
But she also said that he still never stopped pickpocketing.
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Teen Fiction"Come on," the man on the throne says as he gets up. "Don't run away yet. We're about to have the time of our lives." I feel his cold hands grip my arms, and the smell of expensive perfume and alcohol flood my nostrils when he buries his face into t...
