It was mid-morning. Light was pouring through the windows, lightening up the grand room.
I stared up at the turquoise ceiling. It couldn't have been that late.
I rolled out of bed lazily onto the warm cream carpet. I had to get a move on.
I opened the door of the closet lined with jeans and multi-coloured shirts. I didn't wear suits and ties like mum and dad, but that say was a special day and if mum caught me in jeans, I'd never see the light of day until death, literally. I pulled out the tuxedo hidden at the back of the closet - A crumpled shirt and creased trousers bundled up into a ball.
I knew I looked ridiculous but I didn't care. I knew I'm going to die as soon as I stepped into the dining room no matter what I wore from my wardrobe and I would rather have been dead than alive for another month.
I dragged myself towards the door and stepped onto the marble floor of the corridor.
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"WHAT THE HELL?!"
Teen Fiction15 year old Naira is clever and top of most things in her year. Josh is a son of rich business parents but doesn't really care about anything in the house. Mason is a smart boy and an extrovert. They are all bestfriends but some awkward things hap...
