Hana's POV
"Homework? Who on Earth said anything about homework? I was going to ask about your parents evening, you'd told me you didn't have one this year?" She eyed me carefully, the slipper in her hand. I watched as she held it tighter, firmer, secure. "No one said anything about homework..." I said slowly waiting for a reaction, I was on the verge of running back up the stairs, screaming, locking myself in the bathroom and sitting on the toilet seat with my fingers in my ears.
"Well, ya know, I thought I hadn't done my homework but then ya know, I remembered I had. Like.. a few days ago," I lied through my teeth, holding my hands tightly behind me. Her eyes narrowed at me like slits as I feigned a smile. She knew I was lying, and I knew that she knew that. "Hmmkay, good, I'll find out anyways on the 16th of December. Parent's Evening." She said blunty, throwing her slipper on the floor and sliding her foot in.
I watched her walk away and let out a breath I didnt realise I was holding. "Damn Hana, are you on a mission to see how early you can get you ass whooped? A new World record? I mean it's only," I turned towards the clock in the study, my eyes landing on it, only to remember it's been useless and non-operative since the last 6 or so years. I reached for my phone and turned it on, "7:43? Ugghhh how am I already late! Oh I know, because its Tuesday that's why. The jinxed day."
It's the only room that doesn't have a working clock, often making a fool of me when it slips my mind. I slow down while working or getting ready, looking at the clock, satisfied with its deceiving numbers. And there was also the fact that I really didn't spend most of my hours in the study, unfortunately. A real disappointment, I know.
I begin to hurriedly apply concealer on my forehead and around my eyes, in hope of covering up any blemishes and dark circles. My skin was relatively clearer than most people I know of my age: a 17 year old girl with her hormones scattered, as she's finally making her way out of the Hell called 'Puberty'. But I guess I'm too proud to admit my insecurities of even a single mark on my face, I consider it so important to have my face as the likes of an untouched canvas; clear.
I'd be lying if I were to say no makeup wasn't a school rule. Because it was. However, being in Year 11, enduring the final stage of high school, GCSE stress, hardly anymore time in school, and the fact that I need as much time at home for 'revision' as I did in class, really didn't give teachers much leeway. I mean, which teacher would sacrifice her last impression on a student by telling them off for makeup? Apparently none.
Today I thought I'd get by with a little itty bitty bit of mascara on my lashes. Might as well take my chances. I rushed to the kitchen after giving myself a satisfied smile and began to take out some cereal. It's my everyday breakfast choice, easy and not time consuming in the least. I skipped to my room to get changed into my uniform; a navy abaya with a white scarf and blazer.
Scurrying my way back downstairs, I packed my bag, "Okay, its 8:07, c'mon you can do it, you won't be late, you won't be late, you wo-" I stopped mid sentence and turned around. I watched my sister ever so precisely doing her scarf, "C'moooonnn bro I'm going to be late! Get out!" I face palmed as I put my extremely heavy bag over my shoulder, beginning to wonder if my daily occurrence of being late became something very ordinary for my form tutor.
"Ok ok I am, almost done!" She shouts out to me with a pin held tightly between her teeth. "See that didn't take too long did it?" She said quietly to herself, I couldn't help but roll my eyes knowing that I'd be late that morning either way.
We all got into the car, and once we had all settled and adjusted ourselves, my dad began to drive, "By the way, you know Haniah wasn't rushing because her college starts at 10 o'clock right?" I stared at my dad through the rear view mirror and could sense he was holding back a laugh at my astonishment, as I stared at him, gaping, my mouth wide.
"Huuh? That's not fair! Why was she being so slow?! I'll be late because of her!" I scrunched up my nose and folded my arms in annoyance, but all three of us knew my anger wouldn't last more than 5 minutes. I guess karma does exist. Yep, I was the lazy cow at one point who got her late.... I'm still a lazy cow. "Abujee," I said to my dad, leaning forward and holding the back of his seat. If someone saw me they'd say I'm unable to carry my own weight... and metaphorically that's kinda true.
"Do you think I'll be late?" I said pouting, staring at the street infront of me, I was still holding onto his seat for dear life and if it was uncomfortable for him, I really didn't know, because he never seems to say anything when I do that. Which is everyday. And all the time. "Well today is Tuesday, and as you know, today's the day the bin men come, so there'll be lots of traffic. Sorry beta, but I'll try my best to get you to school on time."
I slowly slumped back in my seat.
Today is going to be a long, long day..
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Romance"I thought you know though, you always do, why are you doing this?" She said as she cradled her face in her hands, shaking, "Is it even necessary?" "I could ask you the same question. Was it necessary? Why can't you just tell me the way I tell you...
