[ON HOLD] The Foreign Rapper Girl (Zico Show Me The Money)

Part 2 Of My Life

Knock! Knock! Knock!

.............(Silence)..............

Knock! Knock! Knock!

"Gracey?" I heard the faint voice of my mother ask from on the other side of my bedroom door...

Of course, I am a disciplined and well-mannered child. I have been trained well by my parents. But there is one thing that I can NOT be obedient with! EVER.....

And that's my sleep......and I know im not the only one who thinks like this, right? I mean - come on guys and girls ! 

SLEEP IS LIFE !

So as my mum kept banging on the door and calling out my name, both at the same time, my eyes started fluttering open.

"Ngaaaaawwww muuuummmmm!" I moaned loudly into my pillow and blanket. Why does it have to be this morning? I mean - come on....I just got back from a party last night......cant you at least spare some sleep time for your poor darling daughter? 😭😭😭

As I hoped for mum to give up on knocking on my door, something else decided to chime in and make my morning such an enjoyable nightmare. 😣😣😣

My amazing alarm clock decided to help my mum to wake me up. The little bastard rang it's alarm bell. I swear that I could feel my inner soul wanted to cry, scream, and punch something - all at the same time.

Sadly, that didnt happen. The little piece of alarm shit kept ringing. "Wae???" I growled, grumpily.

Coming to my senses and finally deciding to get up, I raised from my bed and the first thing I did was....................smash my annoying alarm clock that betrayed me and helped my mom wake me up.

"Poor alarm....Rest in peace....I wish we could've spend more mornings together.....but sadly, you decided to be dishonest in this relotionship with me. One of us needed to break up...." I thought whilst looking at the broken pieces of my alarm that were scattered on the floor.

"Grace? You're awake now? What was that noise?" I heard my mum say from on the other side of the door. She stopped banging on the door. I looked behind me and faced my bedroom door, making a face of 😑.

I walked near it but before I opened the door to reply to my mum, I quickly made a random act.

I was so fustrated that I didnt get enough sleep. I practically threw my arms around in the air and let my shoulders slump down as I made a heart-broken expression on my face. I wanted to moan and wimper. "Wae? Wae? Why?" I dry-cried.

I slowly inhaled and exhaled, before finally turning the doorknob of my bedroom and meeting my mum, who was wearing her work clothes and a bright smile on her face.

Oh by the way, my mum is pretty cool. She's a bit taller than me and she's 45. But she looks like she's in her 20's. She can kill the swagg style. I mean - she likes to wear jeans, sneakers, snapbacks, and baggy shirts. Yup, she grew up as a tomboy, and passed the same genes onto me 😂😂😂. She is the best mom ever. But in her years now, she works as a manager at a Trading Company. You'll meet my dad soon. Dont worry. But yeah, my mum is awesome...........except when it comes to mornings.

"Good morning, Gracey" She said, "How is my sweet--"

She was about to embrace me but she stopped, and smacked me on the head.

"Ouch ! Mum! What was that for?" I asked out of extreme curiosity and surprise as I rubbed the place she hit me.

I mean - come on! I just made a mission to get up. TO WAKE UP!! Do you know how tough it is as a teenager to wake up when my body needs more sleep?!! Oh Gummon!!