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I groggily opened one eye to stare at the annoying alarm clock. “Ugh, why are you yelling at me?” I muttered, slapping the snooze button with a bit too much force.
But I knew I couldn't linger in bed. I have a job. I tossed off the covers and swung my legs over the side of the bed,
Good morning gorgeous, I said to my reflection, rolling my eyes at the zombie staring back.
After a quick shower, I dressed in my favorite floral blouse and dark jeans, adding a dash of color with my bright red scarf. A spritz of perfume, a swipe of mascara, and I was ready to take on the day.
In the kitchen, I brewed a steaming cup of coffee, strong enough to knock me off my feet, and a slice of whole-grain toast. As I ate, I mentally ticked off my to-do list: grocery shopping, visiting dad and a lazy weekend.
Okay coffee, let's do this, bring it on.
I grabbed my bag and headed out the door, and hailed a taxi.
As I walked into the school, I exchanged hellos with the Security guard, Mr. orgy, still not over the name, and the secretary, Mrs. Johnson, and the janitor, Mr. Thompson.
I headed straight to my classroom, where I spent a few minutes organizing my desk and prepping for the day.
When the students started filtering in, I greeted each one with a warm smile and a personalized hello.
These kiddos are my joy, and my passion.
Alright, class, I said clapping my hands together, let's get the day started! Who's ready to conquer some math's problem?
The room was filled with cheers and groans, I grinned at them.
Today will be a great day!
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It's currently lunch period, and I'm eating in the teacher's lounge with the other teachers watching the kids as they are eating and playing.
“ Where is Zach? One of the club deprived ghosts asked classless.
“ I don't know, he doesn't talk, I have tried everything, but he just keeps ignoring me, " she groaned. He is lucky his father is hot and rich.
I rolled my eyes at her and I saw Lily did the same thing, we both laughed
“ What's funny? Classless asked, glaring at Lily and me.
Your life, I replied nonchalant
The table vibrates with laughter, making classless red with anger.
I rolled my eyes at her and stood up, bidding the senseable teachers goodbye.
I went to the garden and saw Zach drawing on his drawing book. I sat beside him, but he ignored me and continued drawing.
I took a bar of chocolate from my pocket and took a bite. He stared at the chocolate in my hand and at me and resumed his drawing.
I peeped at his drawing and saw that he was drawing something that seemed like a family, but he was more focused on drawing the woman.
I offered him the chocolate, but he ignored me, I sighed and rested my head on the bench.
My mother left me when I was 10… I kept wondering what went wrong, wasn't i enough, I questioned my life every day… I paused and looked at him.
He had stopped his drawing and was listening to me, making a little smile appear on my lips.
I waited for her for 5 years believing she would come back, that probably she was just a little mad at me, but she didn't… I snapped out of it and realized she wasn't coming back and there was nothing wrong with me.
I don't wait for people to come and bring me up, instead I direct the energy to the people around me carrying me. Waiting is draining.
His full attention is on me, making me chuckled.
I have no idea why I am telling you things like this, you might not understand.
All I am trying to tell you is, water who waters you. I finished with a smile.
Oh! Lunch is over, come on, let's get you to class, we wouldn't want miss classless fussing, do we?
His lips quik up with a smile, making me smile, that's a good sign.
“ Bye Bree”
I gasp softly, his voice is so soft and cute. And he called me Bree
Bye Zach, I yelled with a wide smile.
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Today was a long day and a good day. I visited my dad after school, and I'm going home from the grocery store.
I sighed with a wide smile as I remembered my talk with Zach, he is such a great kid. I haven't told my dad about my interaction.
*Beep, beep*
I groaned as I saw a text message from shegz. On when I am paying him.
I replied to him, telling him to give me until end of the month.
I also need to pay for my dad's transplant, gosh bills upon bills, that's what life has been, but I am going to beat it down,
I am a warrior.
As I crossed the road, a sleek Black Bugatti screeched to a halt mere inches from me. My heart skipped a beat.
I stood frozen, as I felt a wave of fear wash over me.
I let out a shaky breath. My heart was racing, and my knees felt weak. I looked down at my groceries, now scattered all over the pavement. Bags were torn, and contents were spilling out everywhere.
The driver stepped out and began to apologize, I waved my hand at him and was about to ask him to forget about it, when a voice spoke harshly
“ Kelvin, get in the car and stop wasting my time”
He did not
Oh! He just did, my subconscious replied.
Are you kidding me? And did you just brush the fact that you almost killed me away?
“ You are still alive”
You f*****g dead beat, I cussed has he stepped out of the car, my breath hitched. He is a fine ass man!
Oh! I chuckled, snapping out of his spell, I understand who you are, a rich, spoiled brat.
I bend to gather my belongings, f**k my eggs are broken in their crate,
my hands shaking slightly as I picked up the scattered items.
“Here”
I chuckled darkly and ran my hand through my hair, as I stared at the money he offered to me.
I stood straight, and glared at him with every hatred I have for rich brats.
I hope when you leave here you drive straight to a ditch and die, with your body never to be found, I said with venom.
His eyes were dark in anger and his lip thinned into a razor sharp line. He turned around and went into the car, the driver stared at me like I had grown another head and rushed inside the car.
Oh! I am not done with you asshole.
I took my already broken eggs and smeared it on the car, I gave him the middle finger as the driver sped off.
“ If I were you, I would have collected the money” a lady said staring at me distastefully.
Thank God you are not me, so f**k off. I yelled angrily.
Gosh! Today is the most annoying day ever.
I savaged my belongings and left the scene fuming.
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