My Unmarried Pregnant Secretary

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Few years back,

List of Things I Hate: mornings, weariness, school, and weariness in the morning before going to school.

This should be illegal. Nobody in their right mind would schedule something five days a week that can cause children eighteen and under to lose beauty sleep. That's probably why most of everybody's school peers look like a pack of wild animals half of the time; including me.

Correction: Especially me, Varnika.

Because of the i***t who scheduled school hours to be before the birds even wake up chomping their cursed beaks for worms, I have to get up in the morning a complete hour and twenty minutes before school starts, just to look semi-decent and not like I just woke from an underground swamp hut.

And no, I'm not one of those girls who go over-the-top just for an outfit, but I do have self respect. I'm not going to waltz around the dimly lit, horror hallways acting like I own the place when in all actuality, people are constantly confusing me with Michael Akshay son's monkey, Bubbles. I at least want to look presentable.

I get up from the couch after the morning cartoons that—which as usual—sucked, and go up to my personal bathroom located in the depths of my bright bedroom. Turns out, when my mom bought the house after the divorce, the builders created two master sized bedrooms. Of course, my mom chose the bigger of the rooms. You won't see me complaining, though.