"Buzz buzz buzz --- buzz"
I groaned. The buzzing sound continued, I hurriedly smashed my alarm clock against the wall.
I sighed in happiness and got comfortable in my covers.
Right before I could return to sleepy town, my cover was ripped off me making me shrink due to the sting bites from the cold air.
"Time for school" mum announced
"Go away" I mumbled
"Okay, if you say so" mum's voice sounded from a distance, so I thought she left the room.
As i snuggled into my covers, I heard my door open again.
Before I could utter a word, I felt cold water being poured on me.
I bolted out of bed only to find my mum with a smirk on her face while holding a now empty bucket.
"What the hell is going on" I cursed
"Language"mum snapped at me " now, it's time for school"
"Okay,okay, am up...... you know this is child abuse" I told my mum
"You ain't seen nothing yet hon" she said trying to impersonate a teenager's voice.
Mum left the room leaving me to my train of thoughts.
Today was my first day of school here starting as a senior, and I needed a killer outfit.
Your first outfit is like for first impression on people but luckily for me I chose my outfit after dinner with the Hendrix.
Speaking of the dinner, after the whole ' you' situation she quickly put on a fake smile and complemented my outfit.
Dinner was okay if you ignore the glares and the awkward and uncomfortable silence.
I guess she wasn't over the whole....laughing .... hot coffee flying situation, all this brought back thoughts of that boy.
A knock on my door brought be out of my thoughts.
"I can't hear the shuffling of your feet" mum stated outside my door.
"Am moving, am moving"
I walked to the bathroom and stripped out of my clothes,I brushed,did my business and showered
When I was done I tied a towel securely around my body and then my hair.
I walked into my walk-in closet and dressed up.
(A/N: sindy's outfit)
I got my backpack and shoved in my books, pencils, pens and other stuff.
I walked out of my room and down the stairs, I found my dad in the kitchen dressed in this normal attire,his suit.
I sat close to my dad as he read his newspaper and eat his breakfast simultaneously.
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Highschool Life (ON HOLD)
Teen FictionMost students call highschool "hell" and I don't get why. They say highschool is a scary place, giving excuses that it is filled with monsters, like the Jocks, Bullies, Badboy's, Goth/Emo, Prank stars, Queen B's and her followers and the mean cheerl...