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"oh my goodness!!! " I said as I covered my ears with my pillow and buried my face in my bed, the annoying sound my alarm made penetrated right into my inner ears,
I had slept late last night and of course didn't get enough rest, it was 5:30am on a Friday morning and I believe my dad should be in my room anytime soon, we had agreed to always go out on Fridays and Saturdays for exercise but everytime it's time I wish it wasn't time, gosh!! I groaned as I stood up to dress up.We had to start from our house and head to Charles's, where we will be joined by him and his dad, then together we go 5lapses round the estate, the thought of it alone made me feel like crying but to prevent my dad from early morning disappointment I just had to go.
I left my room and went downstairs were I met my dad wearing his snickers, he seemed very energetic while I looked frustrated, we head out and soon got to Charles's, and on getting there we met him outside, stretching his body already, does he even sleep at all? I asked my self as we stretched along, waiting for his dad.
Soon his dad came out of the house and we began jogging.We started cool and calm until the third lap, I couldn't take it anymore, I stopped and began to walk slowly, at this point I didn't care if my dad called me lazy or not, I can't kill myself for crying out loud.
The place had become bright as the sun had started to rise, the neighbors who saw us would see the three of them jogging in front and me walking sluggishly behind them, messed up.We, or rather, they were done with the last lap and my dad stood outside talking to Charles's dad.
"Hey bro, am coming over today " Charles said, sounding very enthusiastic, "you never announce your coming to my house, what are you up to this time " I sighed, knowing fully well he will do something stupid,
" just anticipate my coming bro" he said, sounding weird and slowly moving backwards with his eyes half closed and his fingers signing up like a gangster, I shouldn't be surprise, when I see him later in the day with his bag to come stay at my house, he does that atimes.
I shrugged off the thought and went inside and freshened up, I ran back down stairs and served my self a nice breakfast and ate.I went back to my room feeling very bored, my dad had gone to work and I was home alone, I took my phone and went straight to WhatsApp, I was the type who chatted a lot and spend quality time on social media, but of recent times I just lost the vibes of doing that.
I scrolled to the status section as I laid on my bed, scrolling and watching some comedy skits people uploaded, I scrolled and watched and in a matter of minutes I fell asleep.
grrriiinnnggg!!! Sounded something very loud coming from the door, I jumped up suddenly and forcefully from my bed and ran downstairs, my brain still hadn't processed what I was hearing but I knew where It came from.
I ran straight to the door and dragged it open, standing outside my door was Charles, pressing and holding down the doorbell, making it sound loud and nonstop, he guffawed immediately I opened the door, I stared at him angrily, not knowing what to do to him, "oh you think it's funny right? " I said but got no answer, he kept laughing as he ran to the TV to plug in something.I went back into my room, feeling very strange, I had forcefully jumped into action which had made my body react awkwardly, I sat down thinking of where I had picked a friend like Charles from, I couldn't do away with him and keeping him seems to be a thug of war.
I went into the bathroom to wash my face, I stared at the mirror as I used the towel to wipe my face, I could see the frustration staring back at Me in the mirror.
I suddenly felt better as I combed my hair, throwing some mint in my mouth and picking my phone to go meet Charles downstairs, he was pacing about trying to reach some one on the phone, but it seemed the person wasn't picking up " what's up with you " I asked but instead of answering he stretched out his hand demanding I give him my phone, he seemed a little serious so I gave it without asking the reason.
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Deeper Than Faces
RomansaAlex, an 18 years old boy who is left in a dilemma, should he forsake his best friend for the love of his life or the other way round? Let's find out.