Fond Of This Bond

1. The Worst Day Ever

Honk Honk!!

No! This can't be real.

I will kill George later. Just because I refused to give him money for some silly game console, he turned off my alarm clock and yes, I got late for school. Instead of 06:30 a.m. I woke up at 07:35 a.m. and thanks to my dad for that. If he wouldn't have done the honors then I would perhaps be still under my covers, snoring.

I don't have any issues with my brother. Had he demanded at least twice as much, then maybe I would have given it to him. But no, he chose the wrong path because he thinks he has other alternatives. He will ask Dad for the money but now I will make sure he gets disappointed.

I have a habit of taking a long shower before school and then take my time in choosing what to wear and finally be ready by 07:15 a.m., then have my breakfast, and leave for school by 07:40 a.m. The fifteen-minute ride lands me in the school premises five minutes in time.

But today was quite different. The complete routine got covered in fifteen minutes, where I took the quickest shower possible, wore the first thing I saw, which was a full-sleeved yellow top and a pair of dark blue jeans, let my hair loose, ignored breakfast, picked up my bag, took the car keys and left.

It was already 07:50 a.m. I had planned to drive fast and reach school in ten minutes. It could have been perfect, but no. Look, traffic was not in my plan. I guess there is a disabled vehicle obstructing the route.

I am pretty sure no one would believe what's gonna happen next because I couldn't as well.

I can recognize that pink BMW even in my dreams as it belongs to one of the most clingy classmates I ever had, and having her notice me right now would be the last thing I can wish for. In an attempt to avoid the same, I pressed hard against my seat and had my forehead rest on the steering wheel to hide my face.

First time in my life, I regretted a decision to have a car that can easily stand out from the rest. My solar-orange Audi, which previously belonged to my dad, who knew I had my eye on it. So when he bought a new car, I could finally have it.
That overwhelmed Hannah never thought that this bright angel would someday get her into trouble.

My thoughts were interrupted by two sharp knocks on the right window. I knew who it could be. Without lifting my head, I clicked the window open.

"Hannah," Jasmine called out in the too shrill voice of hers as if I was sitting miles away. I looked up towards her, and she continued screeching, "You are a true friend, a savior. Look, our car got some engine issues, and here you are. You know that latecomers piss off Mr. Brown. Can you please give me a ride with you?"

"No!"
I was already annoyed, and I am not willing to tolerate her right now. She made a saddened face and looked away, towards someone standing by her car...and wait...is that her mom?

Of course!

Jasmine's mother is ten times more enraging than her, and never in my life would I like to enter a situation where she is involved.

"... Problem. No problem. Come on, let's head to school." Her face got enlightened, and she opened the door and sat on the passenger's seat while I tried to control

She waved her hand to her mother and got a wave in return. The officials managed to get the traffic cleared. I started the engine, and Jasmine started hers.

After exactly eight minutes and twenty seconds of constant blabbering, our school finally came into view, and this was the first good thing that happened to me today.

I parked the car gracefully and then hurried towards the lockers to get the books for the first class which was English. I could feel Jasmine trailing behind me.