The Summer Vacation Girl

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"Wake up! You are getting late!" Mom shouted while I was asleep.

"5 minutes!!" I said in a tired voice.

"Your 5 minutes are getting long" mom shouted back.

I rolled my eyes in my sleep and finally woke up..Wait! Did I tell you that I hate going to school? Aah who doesn't! And I am known as the most absent girl in the school.

I‚ keeping a rock on my heart started to get ready. Thinking about when am I gonna get rid of this.

I got ready then my mom did my hair and grabbed me a banana‚ as school is more important than breakfast (taunt)

My sister gets irritated as she has to wake up early too to drop me to school.

I reached school‚ I don't know why but I feel the saddest person on the earth while entering the school gate however I know its not true.

I got inside . My class is on the 3rd floor and half of my energy goes away going upstairs. I finally reached.

"Oh look here is the summer vacation girl" someone barked

They call me that because once I was absent for a month because I had Typhoid. Everyone made a joke about it saying that I went on vacations.

"look whose here! Alisha Steven" She said in a dramatic voice. I ignored her and went on to the last seat. I always sit on the last seat to avoid getting insulted by the teachers. We had Maths class going on which the most boring subject for me.

I was yawning on the last bench when my teacher Mr. Ralston entered the class. He started his lecture and "Oh Ms.Steven is here" he pointed me out. The entire class started laughing. I mean yes I said the class is boring but this is not the way how it is supposed to be made interesting. It may be was interesting but not for me. I fake laughed so they don't think that I felt bad.

He continued with his mothereffing lecture.

"Anyone who would like to solve this sum?"

The once in a blue moon thing happened and I knew the
answer. I  was nervous..what if its wrong? I still raised my hands and few other of my classmates too I knew that he will still pick me because I rarely raise my hands...

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