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ᴄɪᴛʏ﹕ ( ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴄʜᴏɪᴄᴇ ) 6﹕45ᴀᴍ
ʏ/ɴ's ᴘᴏᴠ
𝐁𝐄𝐄𝐏. 𝐁𝐄𝐄𝐏.. 𝐁𝐄𝐄𝐏... 𝐁𝐄𝐄𝐏!
as your alarm goes off, signaling you to get your ass up and get ready for school, you were still deep in slumber, drooling onto your pillows.
last night, you thought it was a brilliant idea to binge-watch 8 seasons with 15+ episodes of grey's anatomy. you told yourself you'll just watch 2 seasons then call it a night, but as the plot thickened with each episode, you just had to keep going.
it wasn't until the plane crash that you finally decided to call it a night. what happened to lexie left you in tears and you had to close your laptop to collect your thoughts.
by that time it was already 2 in the morning.
now, on the first day of your senior year, you anticipate having barely enough energy to get through the day. your first class being anatomy didn't make things better.
the alarm continues to go off everyone in the house, but you, awoke to its annoying sound. your mother, sandra, barges into your room with a pot and spoon, positioning herself near your bed and starts banging it as loud as she could. this causes you to spring out of bed, flopping onto the floor.
you sat there holding onto your chest, feeling your heart thump loudly at the unexpected scare. your eyes gradually adjust to the surroundings, and as they finally focus, you looked to your right, seeing your mother very unhappy that she had to wake you up like this... again.
and no matter how many times she does this, you will never get used to it.
"abena, what's the purpose of setting alarms if you'll just sleep through them? it has been ringing nonstop for the last 15 minutes, and still you're laying in bed. adɛn?", she scolds.
(adɛn = why)
"sorry, ma", you mumble, dragging your hand down your face in an attempt to rouse yourself. picking yourself up from the floor, you yawn and stretch then ask about the time.
"seven o' nine."
"shit."
any longing feeling of fatigues disappears, as you now have limited time to get ready. you rush over to your mother's arms, embracing her and being mindful of her visibly pregnant belly. she knew by that hug and the way you're smiling, you were going to ask for a ride to school.
