Forever Yours

"Oh no! Its morning already." I mumbled under my breath as I tried to stop my alarm. Oops! How can I ever forget today is Monday and also the fact that I have an audition today. Immediately I got up from my bed to take my bath cos I was running late already. As I was entering the shower, I heard my mother call out my name. "Aubrey!" she screamed. Left to me I didn't want to reply but the thought of Africa with a culture that drives me crazy left me with no other choice but to answer. "Yes mum! I'm in the shower I'll join you in a minute." Even though we were not in Africa, she still made sure to raise us with the African values. Stepping out of the shower, I was so surprised by how my so called room looked. Urgh God...not today, my room was all in a mess. As I stood there staring at my room, memories of yesterday came to my mind, it was all a bad day starting from the beginning of my class to-. The bang on my door brought me out of space and put me back on earth as my sister walked in. "Jesus! You're not ready." she barked at me. "Oh please, not you again." I grumbled as I flipped through my wardrobe searching for the perfect clothes to wear. As soon as I found my perfect outfit, my favourite black hoody, a matching pants and my brown timber land, I turned to answer her. "Good morning to you too. I'm done" I said to her with a forced smile on my face which I guess she noticed. Even though I was having a bad hair day, I packed my natural hair into a huge puff cos my dark brown hair was so full, long and curly as well. I parked my bag alongside my phone and my headset and rushed down to my mother who was already having an angry look with what I read as "Say a word and I'll beat you mercilessly this morning". Immediately I went on knees to greet her with the same forced smile I gave my sister. "Good morning ma." I said. Don't forget we had African values instilled in us, and in Africa females kneel to greet their parents. "Thank your stars that I'm in a good mood this morning she said. "Mum, I'm sorry." I said sheepishly with a smile. "Do you want to waste more time? Or you want to get going?" She said silently which sounded more like will you move or should I hit you? Urgh! Forget it. Does she even have a heart? Or just that she can't recognize when someone is deeply sorry. I grabbed my lunch box alongside my pills and then skipped to the car before she'll call again, because if she does then I'm soooo dead. As she stated driving, I had my phone connected to my headset to listen to my morning song 'someone you loved'. That question 'Does she even have a heart?' rang in my mind as I remembered the night she was telling us we were actually supposed to be four instead of us been three and me being the last born. She said she had to abort my unborn brother all in the name of sickness. For some reason I just felt like she's a murder and I felt a bit of hatred for her. Like which responsible mother would abort her own baby? Isn't sickness a normal thing for a pregnant woman? I mean she just ended and destroyed a whole generation. No wonder I've always loved babies. Not knowing it was because I was expecting one and it never came. No wonder I felt so lonely. It was all because I there was a building connection to my unborn sibling that was cut off abruptly. I've always loved him even if I don't know what he looked like. I was jacked out of my thought when my 8:00am alarm rang so loud in ears, alarming me that I was already in school already. AUBERY: okay so...ever wondering why my alarm would ring when I get to school? That's because my mum makes sure we leave the house on or before 7:30am, and the drive from my house to the school is just 30 minutes. So when my 8:00 alarm rings its either I'm already in school or I just got to school