DRAWN TO LOVE

Tami POV There was a knock on the door, waking me up from my sleep. I groan, fully aware of who that was. “Tami,” will you wake up now, you’ll be late for school, mum said. Five more minutes Mum. I said. “Will you wake up now before I come inside to pour water on you?” Says Mum. She left her door knowing that she was going to the kitchen to prepare breakfast. “Haa.... I sign,” getting up from my bed to my bathroom to do my morning routine. Wouldn’t want mum to come in here, cause she’s going to do as she said. She can be so mean and scary at times. But she is the best. “Thinking to myself”. I walked out of the bathroom after taking my shower. Using the towel that reaches the knees of my legs. I walk to my closet picking out my clothes dropping them on my bed. I went back to the bathroom room remembering I hadn’t used my body lotion. After I was done with that, I picked up my clothes and put them on. “Tami,” Lola is here. Mum is calling out loud from the kitchen. Lola is my close friend whom I met in school. I was new to the environment trying to look for where the school library is. She saw me looking lost. She offered to help then she showed me around the school area. We’re not studying the same course. “She majored in visual arts, while I studied business management.” Lola is gorgeous, with her caramel skin, full curve hips, and her long dark hair reaching the bottom of her boobs enough to make any man fall to their knees. Swears she was born to be a model but instead she pursues art. “While I on the other hand”, my beauty was not sharp but tender, I had the kind of curves that turned heads, soft and striking all at once, though I don’t let them show. Baggy shirts and loose jeans were my armor, draping over my body as if I could disappear beneath the fabric. Yet no matter how much I tried to hide, my beauty slipped through the seams.. My eyes are the same shade of blue as my mum’s. “Coming,” I replied standing before the mirror, tugging a sweatshirt two sizes too big over my head The fabric swallowed my shape, pooling at my wrists and hips. I smooth it down with a sigh, knowing the curves beneath would stay hidden for another day. Went ahead to put on my baggy black jeans. When done I rushed to pick up my bag from the bed running to go out, but I stopped to look at my reflection in the mirror stand, smiling. “You’re good to go,” I said to myself I ran downstairs to the kitchen. Saw my mum and Lola laughing at the joke my mum was telling about her marriage to my dad. She and my dad were married for 5years before he died. They both met when they were in school and got married after 6months of dating. Mum does say it was love at first sight. He died in a car accident when I was two at that time when he was coming back from work. He was a very loving father, he loved my mum so much. Now 20years have passed Mum couldn’t get herself to get married to another person, though she still gets a lot of suitors wanting to marry her. “Morning mum “, I said. Kissing her on the cheek. Morning darling, she replied. “Hey girl,” smiling to my friend as I walk up to her to give her a hug. She hugged me back. “Hey,” replied Lola I took the mug of coffee slipping it, The smell of warm pancakes drifted from the kitchen, golden and steaming on a plate at the center of the table. My stomach gave a loud growl as I reached out, fingers just brushing the edge of the top one, buttery and soft. “Smack!” My mother’s hand came down sharply against mine. “Uh-uh,” she said, her eyebrow arched, wooden spoon still in the other hand. “Not so fast. Set the table first.” I pulled my hand back, muttering under my breath, half annoyed, half guilty, as she slid the syrup closer to herself like a guard protecting treasure. The pancakes seemed to taunt me from the plate, but I knew better than to try again until the forks and plates were neatly lined up. Lola was trying so hard not to laugh cause she heard me groan. I gave her a warning look. She smiled. She knows, she doesn’t want to get on my bad side this morning. We stood up after eating the pancakes Mum made. “Bye” mum I said. “Bye mrs Davids,” Lola says. “Bye guys” Mum replied waving at us as we made our way out of the house. We got into her car. She owns a Red Lexus. Her parents lived comfortably, never rich enough for extravagance, but never lacking the essentials. While my mum and I lived comfortably, though never in the kind of wealth that glittered. Our home was modest but well cared for, with tidy rooms, soft curtains, and a garden my mother loved to tend when she wasn’t at work. My mum worked as a nurse in one of the city’s private clinics, a job that earned her a steady income and the quiet respect of neighbors. It wasn’t a role that made them rich, but it was enough to keep food always on the table, bills paid without worry, and little luxuries here and there.