Give Me Your Smile || On Hold

R E A L I T Y C H E C K ✔

"Ughhhh weekdays do come by pretty fast" I groan as I get up from my bed.

Finally it's Monday and I get to go to a real school, yayyy. I roll my eyes as I do a little bit of stretches. So, all my activities for the day and the rest of the week are cancelled because of school. I make a mental note to redo my schedule so that I can fit in all my regular activities with my school activities.

I got up earlier than usual because my house is an hour away from school and being late on my first day doesn't sound too good. Don't get me wrong, I'm definitely not excited or maybe I am, well, just a little bit.

I shorten my exercise time and instead of going outside I stay indoors for it. I quickly rush into my bathroom and do the needful. Strolling out of the bathroom I go to my closet and take out my uniform from one of the wardrobes.

Painstakingly putting it on, I turn to look at myself in the mirror.

"Oh nooooo" I cry out as I look at the horrendous outfit. I should have chosen a bigger size.

Everything fitted me perfectly it was almost body hugging and that alone almost made me suffocate. The highwaisted plaid skirt was a bit short for me. Well, that was my only problem though. Slipping on my very long pair of socks (thankfully) I grabbed a white trainers and walked out of the closet.

"So, what next?" I ask myself as I look around my room.

"A bag, yesss". I needed to carry one even though I wasn't carrying any books. At least I can put my tablet and a water bottle in there.

I rummage my room in the hope of finding something similar. I hadn't used one in ages so I don't know. I hear a knock on the door and I quickly run to open it. It was my mum. She hesitates a little bit before she enters my room.

"Good morning sweetie" she says cheerily to me. I don't respond instead I go back to searching for a bag.

"You know you don't always have to be so hard..."

"Shut up" I say angrily as I interrupt her. I turn to face her with my face in a frown as I say

"Next time you tell me that I won't think twice before I smash something on your face".

Frightened, she drops what she was holding on my bed and scurries out of the room slamming the door. Already thrown off by what she said to me a few minutes ago, I angrily punch the wall.

"Arggghhhh" I scream upon the sudden impact and look at my knuckle. The bruise wasn't too bad, I could easily cover it up. Looking at my smart watch, I walk over to the bed to see what my mother dropped on it. It was a black backpack. Lucky me. I quickly grab my things as I head over to my parents' wing of the mansion.

I walk over to the dining area where they're having a quiet breakfast and slip into one of the seats. I've never been at the dining table before so this was weird. I clear my throat to alert them of my presence.

"So where's the chauffeur?" I asked no one in particular.

"It's 5:55am and I need to be out of here in less than five minutes because school starts by 8:00am and I don't want to be tardy".

My dad finally looks up from his newspaper and smiles at my mum who's seating across him on the dining table.

"Amazing" my dad says as he gets up from his seat and walks to where I'm seated. Watching his movements, I frown at him and then at my mum and then at him again.

My dad stands behind my seat putting his hands on my shoulders and says

"It means you're excited". He smiles ruffling my hair and walks away. I don't even bother arguing with him because I know it's true.