BLACK TEARS

Cold greeting

Buzz Buzz Buzz.

Stupid alarm! I slammed my hand on my bedside table, hoping to cause harm to the stupid alarm clock.

Ouch

Then I realized I've upgraded to the 21st century and I have no alarm clock. I growled searching frantically for my phone in my sleepy state.

I should probably open my eyes so I can find it faster and then go back to sleep.

I squinted into the darkness and saw the source of light coming from my phone. Trying, not to cause any damage to my new Samsung s7-not a fan of iPhones- I calmly switched off the alarm.

If you count aggressively hitting my phone calm then, yeah, I guess I was calm.

After turning the annoying alarm i drifted off to sleep, but not long after, I felt the covers slipping off my body, not wanting to expose myself to the violent wind now coming from the opened window i quickly caught it and placed it over my body.

Who the hell opened the window?

'Wake up' a voice ordered me. Why? I'm sure it's like 2'am in the morning, why would someone decide to do this to me?

'If you don't wake up this instant, trust me I am going to pour cold water on you' the voice boomed in clear irritation.

'And if you don't let me sleep, I'm going to punch you so hard in the face and i promise you there would be blood.' i said, trying to sound threatening, but it was just pathetic.

'Young lady! Are you talking to me like that' the voice shouted while simultaneously hitting me.

'If I get up from this bed, I promise, you will live to regret it. Get the hell out of my room.'

I mean am sleeping.  No one should disturb me whilst am sleeping.

'Young lady, are you talking to me like that' the voice reiterated.

Holy Mary Mother Of God.
That's not Devon.

I jumped out of bed, steadying myself so I don't fall and break a nail. That hurts as hell. I planted my feet on the ground, muttering strings of apologies .

'Mummy, am so sorry. I thought it was Devon ' i pleaded, avoiding eye contact with her.

'Lol' was the only thing she said.

'What did you just say' hopefully I didn't hear her right and my mom didn't actually say 'lol'

She didn't right?

'Lol' she reiterated
'Isn't that what you youngsters say nowadays' she asked furrowing her brows, which is what she does when she is deep in thought.

'And sure I read it right' she said which just made me giggle in amusement. She pretended not to hear me and continued 'There is smh which stands for shaking my head, lol, fml, TMI'

I couldn't help it anymore I just full on burst out laughing and she stopped her deranged muttering and looked at me narrowing her eyes in confusion.

'Why are you laughing' she asked seeming totally confused.

'Baby, are you alright' she asked concerned. I should be asking her that question.

'You're right mummy. That's what we YOUNGSTERS say. But we don't say everything, we just write it. By the way, it's just us youngsters that can use those shortcuts' i said making sure to put emphasis on the word youngsters. If she was to say it in front of other people it would have been so embarrassing.

'You could have just said btw, instead of wasting your time saying 'by the way'' she continued like she didn't just hear anything I just said.

'Mummy, just youngsters. And you're not that young anymore' i helped myself up as my knee had started to ache and I need to get ready for school anyway.

'Excuse me. Young lady, there is not that much age difference between us' she said.

'Yeah, like 24 years is no big deal' i muttered sarcastically, not meaning for her to hear but she did. She lunged at me, but I swerved to the right, out of the door and ran to the bathroom, whilst laughing like a maniac.

***

'Are you ready for school' my mom asked slapping my hands off as I tried to steal a cookie.
I looked at her, questioning her action. She just giggled and said 'just wanted to do that'

I rolled my eyes at her which just earned me another slap.

'Mum it's not like I don't usually go to school' i replied caressing my hand in the process.

'You know this is different' she said.

I knew this was different and I was beyond terrified.

My family relocated to England when i was 12 years old, starting secondary school. I was slightly terrified at having to start afresh, and then leaving my friends back in Nigeria had made me depressed for a month. But eventually, I got over it. But the impact of my depression had stuck with me at school. 
This was my time to come out of my shell. I promised my mum to bring back the fun and outgoing girl she knew in Nigeria.

I remember my first day of Easton High. I felt so excited to start a new school in a totally different country.

Flashback

I watched as cars, trees and houses zoomed past me in a flash. It was the first day of school in London and i was looking forward to making new friends and in a weird way actually anticipating learning. I was sure this was going to be the best experience i would get in a school and my mum had told me that there was a huge library in Easton High.

Books.

Reading novels.

Feeling everything felt by the characters.

Feeling their pain , joy, disappointment, heartbreak and their happily ever after.

Books are a way for me to escape the harsh realities of this messed up world.

In the books i read, the criminals are always caught.

The girl gets her Prince Charming.

There is always a hapily ever after, that makes me feel both happy and envious.

Would i ever get my happily ever after?

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First time writing on wattpad.  Actually I wrote a chapter once and ended up deleting it. I wanna try and write a story and actually complete it.

The amount of stories I've written but just gave up on is so much so hopefully this wouldn't be the same.

Hopefully anyone reading this likes it!

Tlopez❤