And there it came. No, at least this time I expected it. Guess I was just waiting for it.
"Ouch!" I woke up immediately. My face was scrunched up. I rubbed the spot where it had landed repeatedly, trying to soothe the pain. I threw daggers at her and dragged myself to the bathroom to freshen up .
She left my room as she saw me going to get ready for school. She went to the room at the far left of the corridor, probably going to do the same thing to my brothers.
I washed my face a couple of times to cleanse the oil that had formed overnight. I was fourteen so all these things were normal for a girl my age.
I picked up my toothbrush and as I kept the paste on it, I heard my aunt screaming at my brothers who obviously refused to wake up unlike me.
I ignored them and kept the brush into my mouth and rinsed my mouth and entered the bathtub. It was a Monday morning so I didn't have the time to fill it up with water and lay in it. I just rubbed a bar soap on my sponge and scrubbed.
The cold water fell on my skin mercilessly but I didn't mind because, I read from somewhere that a cold shower in the morning keeps you up most of the day.
After I felt I had cleaned up good enough, I stepped out of the bath and pulled down my towel which hung on a metal bar at the upper part of the door. I dapped my body with the white cotton towel.
I rushed to check the digital clock on my bedside table. I began speeding up in order not to be late. Thankfully, I was thoughtful enough to iron my uniform the day before. Which was going to save me a great deal of time.
I picked some clean underwear from the drawer at the lower part of my wardrobe and put them on. I switched on the fan because all my movements were making me sweaty.
And it was way too early to have a bad odour. I heard some muffled sobs and a few yelling.
I rolled my eyes while buttoning up the shirt of my uniform. I tucked it in the skirt after I was done and wore my white socks and put on my black trainers.
Pretty old school, right?
I wore my school bag behind my back and looked around my room to check if everything I needed was going with me.
When I was convinced, I switched of the lights and fan and bounced down the stairs and waited by the car as always.
It was half past six. If my brothers didn't pull any tantrums, I would be on time.
Oh no! I forgot the main problem. My dad. I rushed back inside. Geez . The man was still in bed. At this time! I got on his bed and shook him.
"Hm?" He said still asleep.
"Get up!" I said kicking him and punching him. Doing everything I could to wake him up.
He stretched and yawned. Guess what?
He went back to sleep again!
"Daddy" I whined. " We're late already".
He nodded.
I went to check on my brothers. I ' humphed'.
Chase was sitting at the end of the sofa with a book on his lap and a blue pen in his hand.
"Don't tell me you're now doing your homework ?". I asked throwing daggers at him.
"Sike! I am". He said unbothered.
I shook my head and stepped out of the house.
I felt something soft move around my legs. I looked down.
"Hey there your highness ". I said bending.
It was my cat. Kitty. She was ash and black.
"You hungry?" I asked.
She meowed.
I went into the kitchen to bring her some food. As I entered, my father and brothers were coming out.
"Where are you off to?" My dad asked.
"To the kitchen." I answered.
" Thought you said you were running late? " He asked.
