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Bumping Roads

The little beater wagged ceaselessly, drumming the two bells on either side of it. The sound was as if a telephone that could not stop ringing for no one was answering it. The clock itself was already shuddering at the table top due to the continuous beating of the two bells. Beneath the sheets, a hand crawled out and grabbed the ringing alarm clock. It pulled the clock under the sheets and the alarm silenced. The clock was placed back at the table top and the hand grabbed the sheets and pulled it down, revealing dishevelled black locks of hair with cherry red tips, pale ivory skin, and lidded slanted eyes. She tried to push herself up but ending up crashing down to her bed again.

 

            “Ugh,” the black haired girl groaned. “I hate school. Why does it have to be so bloody early?”

            She twisted and turn, rolling from side to side of her bed. Her body rotated to one side of her bed and she didn’t notice it was already the edge. A loud thud was heard as she landed on her bum on the floor.

            “Ow!” she complained, rubbing the side of her bum. Lifting her head towards the edge of the bed, she glared at it and smacked it with her hand. She told it, “You don’t have to let me fall just to wake me up, you know?”

            With the help of the edge of the bed, she held on to it and leaned to push herself up to stand. Kanara slipped in her slippers and dragged her legs across the room, passing by another bed where another person slept hidden under the covers. Even though she was not sure what she was holding on, she leaned herself, and placed a hand on the sleeping person’s body and shook it. “Hey! It’s time to wake up. Today’s the first day of school.”

            Kanara kept on shaking the curled up body under the sheets until the person underneath stirred and a moan was heard.

            Kanara stated, “I’ll be using the bathroom before you, okay? Hurry up and fix yourself, you also have classes this morning.” She stood back up straight and started to her wardrobe.

 

Sliding in her hand to grip the handles of the wardrobe, she pulled the two doors open which revealed hangers and hangers of dresses, tops, trousers, jumpers, hoodies, and coats all aligned as they were hung onto a silver tube that was attached on either sides of the wardrobe. Folded below the hanging clothes were pyjamas, shorts, and graffiti shirts, all piled up and segregated according to type of clothing. In front of the folded clothes was a marble hand where hung her rings, bangles and bracelets, a velveteen human neck where her necklaces clung, and her perfumes, lotions, powders, make-up, and other objects for personal hygiene were all placed there.

 

            Kanara plucked out her bathing materials, underwear, and clothes, and headed towards the bathroom. Her towel slung on her shoulder and her bathing materials and clothes were pressed close to her body by her arm. She swung open the bathroom door and entered. Closing the door behind her, she placed her things onto the cover of the toilet and started to strip off her pyjamas.

            Shivers ran down her spine as she touched the water that rained down their shower. She immediately twisted the shower valve that controls the heat of the water. The water slowly became warm to her liking. She stepped in the raining lukewarm water and started to bathe herself.

 

Sleep. I want more sleep. A light shake moved her sleepy body. Not yet, please. Sleep. Nichelle gripped on her sheets as she hid herself under them. She moaned.

 

            “Hey! It’s time to wake up. Today’s the first day of school,” she said. Not now, Kana. I want more sleep. Don’t wake me up, please?