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Chapter 6
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2020-10-12 19:39:42Bemon 's POV.
Today is another school day, Friday to be precise, and I started it bad by waking up ten minutes past eight, nothing's wrong right? but for duck's sake...school starts eight o'clock. Remember I threw that motherfucking alarm away on Monday? Well no body was at home to wake me up, and I slept late yesterday night- not from studying this time, someone from school decided to throw a party on a Thursday night, and I being the awesome girl I was, went to the party and got back freaking three o'clock this morning, but who throws a party on Thursday night? When Friday night is vacant and available, but also, which awesome girl goes to a party thrown on a Thursday when she knows she had a maths test to write this morning?.
Now speaking of mathematics test, I really do have to dress up, because, failing mathematics; means failing yourself, your lecturer, your parents, your family, your society, your country and the world at large.*just kidding:-)* but really, failing maths does everybody no good, and missing a maths test means practically failing, now I should really stop talking and go take my bath.
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I practically fled through the hallway as I made my way to the maths class, the stares I receive from my fellow students and teachers at large after the incident on Monday had at least reduced, now it was only the normal admiration from those who wants to be like me, jealousy from those who wish they were better than me...my school is just like that.
Getting to the door of Mrs Johnson's maths class, I knew I was in for it, through the peephole I could see that the test had not commenced yet, but hell I was late to her class, Mrs Johnson is known for her love for detention, rumors had it that she once gave a student detention everyday till graduation.
Bracing myself up for the worst, I pushed open the door to meet about forty pairs of eyes plus the 'hot glare'-if there is anything like that? Of the devil I was talking about earlier, focused on me... 3...2...1...go!
Miss Havana before I determine your punishment, can you explain to the class why you are forty five minutes late to class?Not thinking, I decided to say anything that comes to my mind as I know very well that; no matter how proofread my excuse sounds, I won't be able to get away from the wicked claws of Mrs Johnson...uhm... I started, but was rudely interrupted by another voice in the class.
Excuse me, Mrs Johnson, I think there is a misunderstanding, I bemon Havana am right here, the person standing at the door is our new student Wren Davies, and apparently the reason why she is late to class is because, she is new to the norms of the school.
At first I was confused, then I understood what she was doing... I guess that wasn't a rude interruption after all...Yes Mrs Johnson, I am late because I had a problem finding the maths class as the school map I was given was turned upside down...well I hope she buys it.
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Dear est reader,
Keep shining.
Your author that is not good with mathematics,
Royal tiwa.
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