I woke up early this morning. Earlier than usual, but still quite late after I was done with my day-dreaming. Dim light was shining through my windows and I wonder, why havent my maid woke me up yet? A minute later, I heard a knock on my wooden door and a silhouette of a head popped out from behind the door. There she was, I thought. I nodded to her, trying to signal to her that I was awake. But I guess she too could not see my face as clear as I could see hers. She tip-toed towards my bed and tapped me so lightly, one would not feel it if she was not aware of it. Just to make her job easier, I jerked myself, making her think that she successfully woke me up. She sighed a relief and tip-toed out, back to the kitchen. I stretched my limbs lazily and yawned. This is like the normal days, when I would wake up in bed, stare at the ceiling for a little while. Then my maid will come in and think that she was the one who woke me up, feeling a sense of satisfaction as she went out of the room.
I put my hands behind my head as it rested on the interlocked fingers. Yawn. It felt so cold in the morning, even with my thick quilts up on till three quarters of my head. But it was just going to get hot later, in the day. Like any other day, I was going to sweat like nothing else mattered. My uncomfortably thick uniform was going to be drenched and sticky as like every morning when I reached school.
I blinked.
Too much light was coming through my windows. Oh no. I'm going to be late, again. It was not going to be any suprise for my form teachers anyway. Eversince the start of this term, I was rarely just punctual for the national anthem. I jumped out of bed and went to my table. I bent down to the sockets and switched off the mosquito repellent and stood up again. I grabbed a comb and ran it through my bush-like hair. So many hairs got caught in the teeth, but i did not care. It did not matter, at least not now. I was late. The clock says 6.59am. If I was not going to be late today, it was going to be more than a miracle. I jogged along the corridor from my room to the kitchen. My bowl of half-boiled egg was there, waiting for me to finish brushing my teeth, to finish admiring the colour of my braces, and to finally stroll back to the dining table to gobble it down my throat.
After i finished half my breakfast-the egg-, I jogged again back along the corridor and into my room. Oh no. I forgot to turn off the fan just now. Well, what is done is done. I swiftly turned and locked th door and took about five long strides to pull down the blinder across the room. My uniform was not that hard to find. Its striking colour had it unabled to hide itself from me. I sighed as i pulled it off the hanger. "I do not want to wear you either, you thick, uncomfortable excuse for a secondary school uniform." I thought aloud. I sighed again as I struggled into the thick material. It was so uncomfortable to raise my arms to get my hair done. The uniform was just so thick, so hard. When is the next time the school is going to be more friendlier to its students and offer us nice, stylish, comfortable and sweat-proof uniforms? I guess that is not going to happen. We are students, afterall. Students must look like students.
I grabbed my bag and dashed out. It was fast and easy to dash out and lay my bag on the sofa in socks. Nice slippery socks. I went back to the dinning table and finished up my breakfast. I just had to drink up my glass of warm milo. I slid back to the sofa, grabbing my bag as I went. I slid into my loose school shoes and I was out the door. My maid was always there to help me open the door. I wondered if she knew I was always late. Nevermind about that. That did not really matter to me now. Not when I had to rush for the lift and to school.
The journey to school was, as usual, long and hot. I was sure noone would be behind me, as I would be the latest to reach school. It has been that case ever since the term started, havent it? The confiscation of my handphone helped partially as I did not slow down to ponder about what to reply. Great. The school's second bell had just gone off.
"Wait, you stop." The security guard demanded when I reached the closed gate, sweating. "Has the anthem already started?" I asked and my question was quickly answered. The anthem was roaring from inside the school compound. Great.
Just one more time I am late, I would be in for it. My form teacher was never the first person you wish to see if you are late. But, there was nothing i could do. I had to see her first thing I step into the class. Hell might break lose, that morning. I just hoped that she would be in a good mood that day. All our lives depended on her mood.
-THEND :D- This was a recount on one of the first few weeks after school reopned. It's true ! :D