4 Wait for me!

"Get up you lazy girl or else you will be late for the school"

"Now hurry up"

I am woken up by the voice of my mother who is currently shouting at me.

I whisper "hmm" and fall back again on my bed. She returns back again after five minutes. This time she literally stands there watching me as I struggle to get on my feet half standing half lying.

Well this was my everyday routine. It isn't that I haven't put an alarm, in fact I have put like 20 of them at an interval of every five minutes from 5 am to 5:40, but I never hear it ring although I keep my cellphone next to me, it's my mother who wakes up at the sound of it and I always get a scolding for putting so many of them that my mom gets sick trying to put them off.

Besides the harmony isn't very pleasant to wake up to, it's Metallica and screaming music .

I can't even wake up to that, I seriously doubt my mother for blaming my alarms that wake her up, cause honestly I have never even heard a single one, or maybe I am just a lazy person too engrossed in my sweet little sleep to pay any attention.

Either way it is always my mother that wakes me up. So I continue my struggle to avoid getting any further scoldings.

I walk like a zombie swinging from one side to the other grabbing on to the chairs to avoid getting hit or falling as I reach for my wardrobe.

Wait a sec where the hell is my uniform !

"Mom, mom where the hell on the earth is my shirt ?"

"It must be in your wardrobe "

"No it isn't, I have already searched in it."

" Then you would not have given it up for ironing so it put be in the pile of clothes in the other corner"

"Hell no, not again"

"Grace, how many times do I need to tell you to keep your uniform and your books ready the day before to avoid this chaos in the morning. "

"This is definitely not helping me mom right now"

So I search in the huge pile of clothes lying there to be sent for ironing.

Dad's shirts no, Sam's trousers ugh, oh I was searching for these shorts finally I found them !

But wait where the hell is my shirt ?

There you go you stupid little piece of cloth. I gotta iron it.

Now let me tell you one thing I am a perfectionist, what ever I do I like to do it with utmost perfection and grace and I pay a lot of attention to every detail, those to be neglected by a normal eye.

So I start on with my job carefully straightening out every crease, singing to my favorite song .

But did I mention that I was already late it was 6:50 and my bus is going to come at 7:00 am sharp and look at me swinging around like I have all the time in the whole world.

I rush into the washroom where I try to grab a few more beautiful minutes of sleep, please I hate waking up early and I try to sleep as much as I can.

In the end when realization dawns I rush like a maniac out of the washroom.

Belt ! where is my belt ?

"Mom, I need my belt"

and she gives me one of my brother's we sometimes share our ties and belts after all we both keep losing ours.

My mother is standing beside me with a plate of fruits and a glass of milk.

She places each piece of the fruit in my mouth while I run around the house searching for my shoes .

"Mo..." Stuffs food.

Gosh what is it with her stuffing the whole food into my mouth. I swallow

"mom my other shoe ,I can't find it !"

"It must be under your bed."

And I head over to my room. After a little bit of struggle I find it.

Huh I grab the last piece of the fruit which should have been an apple I didn't really care so I don't really remember and grab the tie in the other and rush out of my house.

I run like a wild dog on the street with the tie flying around like a kite.

Holy shit no, not happening again

ugh, I see my bus at my bus stop while I am still about fifty metres away.

I don't know if it's the maze kind of thingy that I dodge to reach my stop that the driver doesn't wait for me or he just basically enjoys watching me run after the bus yelling at the top of my pitch somehow I run and catch the bus panting, as usual.

Urelle comes with me in my bus too but she is even more lazy and clumsier than me she can't even manage to catch the bus so I sit alone observing the surrounding which have become quite familiar to me.

We reach the school in about ten minutes, I head over to the stairway.

A guy walks in front of me and it's George. That's when I realize how mysterious he was.

I don't really know much about him, he doesn't seem to talk to too many people ( not to mention rarely to any girl ) although he plays guitar and has that aura of coolness he still doesn't act like the other popular kids of our school, in fact I hardly knew him except for the fact that he plays in our school's orchestra.

He mostly stays with a few of his friends or stays alone. He rarely bunks the lectures.

So in the end I have barely seen him, barely seen him till yesterday.

Yesterday was when I realized the charm he carries around, the way he plays his guitar so easily, does he realize how hot he looks when he does that, definitely not cause he's too engrossed in playing it.

"Oops" I collide into the door of my class I didn't see it coming.