Gamed

Thirteen.

Anita's POV

Good morning Africa!

My alarm beeped indicating that it was six in the morning. That was the time I set to wake up every morning, asides from weekends.

I stretched like those cats in barbie cartoons, so cute. I stood up from my large bed gently so as not to fall due to my still weak eyesight.

After I was done with dressing up for school, I hopped down to the dinning area with my bag hung behind my back. Lest I forget, today was Monday and I was looking flawlessly neat. My fitted cream top was properly ironed coupled with my red skirt, which had some black lines on it. My shoe was...you don't even want to hear it. Not exaggerating, but not a little dust would stain your hand if you touched it. It was that shining and neatly polished. I also had a new hair style on.

"Good morning ma." I greeted mum.

"How are you my little princess?" She was seated in the dinning table devouring her breakfast, which was a cup of coffee with just a slice of toast bread. She didn't eat much. Technical, she was watching her weight. She didn't want to look old and fat yet.

"Mum, I'm not a baby anymore." I narrowed my eyes at her. I didn't like when she called me that, because it made me look like a five-year-old.

"I know." She smiled broadly. "But you'll always be my little princess; you and your sister."

I smiled genuinely. "So mum, why haven't you gone to work yet?" My mum was the CEO of a very large multimedia company. She travelled sometimes though. Whilst my dad, he was a geologist. And for that reason, he was hardly ever around. He travels often. Right now, he had travelled abroad for work.

"I kinda work up late." She checked the time on her wristwatch. "I'm late already. Bye." She stood up to leave. "What about Tracy, she hasn't woke up yet?"

"I don't know." I shrugged.

"Why didn't you check up on her?"

"I...nothing."

"Anyways, bye dear. Don't go late to school." And that said, she scurried out of the house.

I glanced at the time in my wristwatch and it read 6:41am.

After I was done eating my breakfast, I was set to go but Tracy hadn't come out from her room yet or let me rephrase that, she hadn't come downstairs to eat. I hope no problem.

I checked the time for what seemed like a hundred times and it was already 6:59am. Where's this girl now?

Running out of patience, I ran up to her room and barged in. Shock wouldn't be the word to describe how I felt when I saw her. I was beyond shocked. I couldn't believe my eyes. She was laying on the bed with her uniform on, fiddling with her phone. This Monday morning?!

"Tracy, I have been waiting downstairs for you. We are running late already." It took everything within my power not to shout at her, but it was obvious I was furious.

She took a peek at me and later continued to fiddle with her phone. "Good morning to you too." She said indifferently.

I folded my arms around my tits and pouted my lips. "Tracy, please come down to eat. We are running late."

"Ah!" She groaned. "Boring girl. Can't we even just skip school today?" She sighed after which.

"Really?" I furrowed my eyebrows. "Why don't you tell that to mum."

"Is she still around?" She jolted up.

"No."

"Better." She relaxed back.