too much for a morning

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Dddddddddddiiiiinnnnngggggggg!!!!! Urghhhhh. That was the waking up bell.shit I forgot holidays were over and I was now in school. Now I needed to be extra early though I knew that was a bit of an impossibility for me.
I was contemplating on how I'll get up since it was really cold. I decided to check my clock and it was about 5.35am. The fuck!
Who wakes up by this time. I decided to arrange my duvet over my body once more and go back to sleep.
I mean,extra five minutes of sleep won't hurt.
Just as I was about to carry out my plan, Mikkie walked in. She was my friend since creche. Even after my family moved abroad we still kept in touch. I was so happy I found her again after my mom decided to send me back to Nigeria cause she believed it was a punishment. Smh. Mikkie was a nerd, her glasses would tell you so. Plus she was extra smart and sometimes I couldn't help but feel jealous though I was almost as smart as she was. 'Temi!!!what in heaven's name are you still doing in bed? ' she said almost screaming. I looked up and saw her dressed in her white school wear shirt and I hadn't even said my prayers. Before I could answer her rather rhetorical than straight question, our hostel matron walked in. She was a fat and annoying woman.. I didn't like her at all. She barely tolerated misbehaviours from students. Immediately she walked in, I knew I was in big soup. I started playing the Africa magic sound effects in my head. 'Temitope,you can't tell me you haven't done anything reasonable for your life this morning ',she yelled. What have you been doing since.. The same question. 'having sex.. As if it's not obvious that I've been sleeping', I murmured under my breath. Mikkie heard me and giggled. 'don't worry ma'am.. I'll be fast'. You better be...and with that she left the room. My other three roommates were getting ready to leave the hostel. "I wonder why everyone is in such a rush".."Because the world doesn't revolve round your ass",my subconscious answered me. "Uhmm.. Mikkie could you just help me fix my books in that pink monostrap,then help me make my tie into a bow, plus you'll help me fix up something for my hair when I'm out of the bathroom .don't complain. I love you. Muah",I said to Mikkie. "maka why?.... " I didn't wait for her to complete the sentence. I knew she would curse me but I mean what are friends for.
I smiled and got into the bathroom. Damn.. It was empty.. Wow.. "Is this how early you are?",my subconscious asked me in mockery. I pushed her aside and started brushing. I had the quickest shower ever and by the time I was done most people have left the hostel. I did a quick walk to my and I saw Mikkie with my bestfriend -kamsi, alongside two other of our close friends -sapphire and Tosin. Sapphire was slim, light-skinned but not as fair as me. She was calm. Unlike Tosin that looked as if she was ready to pounce on me
Tosin was darker and a bit short but I called her my big butt friend cause she had it.. Damn.. Boys followed it.. Hehe.. Tosin was ready to attack me but I cut her short. "look guys I'm sorry OK.. Oya fine I'll buy pizza for lunch " "yes!!!",they all chorused in jubilation. I did my flash mode dress up and within a fraction of some seconds I was dressed up like my other four friends. We all wore black and red checked skirts. It was pleated and short. I put on a sleeveless white shirt and complimented it with the bow tie that Mikkie made for me. I hated ties though but I could get it off since it was still official hours. I decided to ease Mikkie of her stress so I packed my hair alone. Shit! This was stressful. The hair was too full. After trying so hard I successfully had my hair picked into two pigtails. I picked my pink and black monostrap. I mentally slapped myself for not getting a red one to match my school skirt. I put on my vans,picked my laptop and wore my round rimmed glasses. I loved them. With that we were set to go. Oh no, I forgot my wristwatch. I got it and locked my locker.. We were set to go.. Phew.. This was too much for a morning

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