"Morning sunshine."
Sunlight streaming into the room. Groaned, I pull the blanket closer over my head.
"C'mon, you'll be late for school." Dad pulled down the blanket, leaving me unarmed against the infra-red radiation.
Groaning, I drag my feet to the bathroom with my eyes close. Sleep still embraced me until my feet hit a random brick sticking out of nowhere.
That...really...hurts!
I sat on the toilet bowl, massaging my toe.
I lift up my head and saw the girl in the mirror, the plain girl with a fat face and tousled hair.
Good morning to me.
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The school is buzzing with activity. I have to admit that I really miss every part of schooling life after the never ending holiday. True, it's nice to have a break after a hectic year, but people get bored after not using our brains for so long. Please don't be offended, I mean people like me.
"Daniella!" Something hard crashed upon me, knocking the air out of my lungs.
Something called Lyla the Llama.
Coughing hard, I stared at her. Despite wearing the plain uniform, she does not look plain at all. She has this distinct features that revealed her partial-Russian origin. Her eyes never fail to captivate me, the brown orbs that are constantly glistening from mischief and shining from intelligence.
Okay, I know I'm not good at describing but at least I've tried.
"Hello~ Class is starting. Stop dreaming bout my beauty Daniella darling," her eyelids flickered.
"Ahem, stop being a narcissist my cute little llama." I gave her a sarcastic smile.
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"Morning class!"
"Go--od-- mor--ning-- tea--cher---"
The noise of chairs shuffling around filled the spaces in the class.
"Attention class. Since today is a new year, and you all have switched classes, my assignment for you will be very simple. I'd like you to write a one-month diary entry about your friend."
Groaning voices arise.
"Don't worry, it will be a very fun assignment. You can write anything about that person, just take care of your language-" Her eyes swiped towards the group of boys sitting at the back who are giggling profusely. "To prevent you from writing about your best friend, I decided that you draw lots to determine who to write about," Mrs. Lydia took out a box. "Now, number 1, please come forward."
Andy stood up since his student number is 1. We have this numbering system in our school, and we are numbered according to the first alphabet of our names. My class number is 9, while Lyla's is 18.
"Number 9!" I am summoned.
I reached my hand into the box, grasping a paper in my fists. I unfold the paper slowly. Oh, please be eighteen, please please please... I promise if it's eighteen I'll be a really really really good and obedient girl and I'll finish all my homework and my duties and everything else oh please...
I stared at the paper as I saw the number 38 laughing at me in the face.
Who on earth is 38?!
Mrs. Lydia noted down my the number in her book in case we cheated. "Number 10!"
I trudged towards my table. "So? I bet you didn't get my number," Lyla studied my face.
"Good guess, Sherlock." I sat down with a plonk.
"Well, at least you have me as your awesome deskmate."
Too tired to argue, I rest my head on my hand, with Lyla still trying to make me feel better with her usual sarcasm.
"Number 18!"
"Go get your stupid number llama."
"Aww I love you too~" she chuckled.
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Well... I don't think I've done a good job... Desperately need to improve my English.
Feel free to comment.
