"Oh God! Today is Monday again?!"
I groaned sitting up from my bed as mom whipped off the blanket from my body after she had told me I should get ready for summer class.
"Why are you so mad at the innocent Monday for been here again?. You have been at home for three Monday's wasting away the summer holidays having fun. Now school has resumed and you are mad at it." Mom said as she starts folding up my blanket while I stood up from my bed.
I frowned slightly still feel sleepy as I walked towards the desk in my room groggily to pick up my brush and toothpaste.
"Summer lesson starts today, school haven't resumed yet" I stopped what I was doing turning to my mother before continuing. "Can't I just skip the summer lesson?"
"No, you can't Ike. You are now in SS1, this is the time for you to take your classes more serious. Your principal said this summer lesson will help to determine the specialization you want to be in. I want you to be in Science class so it's better you start taking things more serious now."
I turned away not replying, there is no point with arguing with her this morning, she had been hammering on the fact that she want me to go to science class and then become a medical personnel like a doctor or nurse which she never gets the chance to be when all I ever wanted to go for is Art class.
I know almost everyone called it the less serious and most easiest class, telling me I am about to waste my intelligence by going to Art class but I don't care. I want to be a Art student, I have always wanted to study English when I get to the university. It has always been a dream of mine.
So I am not ready to put aside my own dream and live to fulfilled the dream of someone else who is never going to live my life for me.
I puts a small portion of paste of my brush as I walked out of my room going towards the bathroom I shared with my mom.
Our house been a three bedroom apartment, the master bedroom having its own personal bathroom and the other two rooms to share the only bathroom left.
My stepdad is the one who occupied the master bedroom which he shares with my mom while my half sister sleeps in mom's room. It's partially hers right now.
Talking about my half-sister, I watched as she walked out of her room walking towards me before wrapping her arms around my leg. "Poo...poo"
I picked her up carrying her in my arms as I wiped the drool on her face with her clothes. "You want to poo?"
She nods as I carried her with me towards the toilet to get her ready.
My half-sister, Inioluwa is four years old, my mom gave birth to her after she got married to my stepdad dad six years ago. I'm thirteen years old now which means they got married when I was about seven years old. And my real dad? I don't think I can put a face to how he looks. I don't remember him, all I know is he died in a car accident when I was three years old.
Did I feel sad about his absence? No. Did I miss him? Not really. You really can't miss someone you don't really know, right? And with my stepdad being the best father I could ever ask for, he had filled all the void that could have made me missed having my real dad around me.
So I guess I could say I have a happy and completed family of my own.
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I was done dressing I and Ini up in no time as I styled my hair into two bun adoring it with butterfly clips and band. I quickly styled my hair edges as I packed up the books and stationaries my dad had gotten for me two days ago into my school bag.
