THAT VERY FRIDAY!
Nmaaa…… I wasn’t mistaking, that was my mum’s voice.
It was already 7:05 and I wasn’t dressed for school yet.
I didn’t wait for a minute before I went to get ready.
But then, the unbelievable happened!
That was about 7:17.
My sportswear trouser tore.
I quickly rushed to the tailor opposite our house, and she did justice to it immediately.
I came back and hopped on my mum’s bike.
We had not even left our street when we noticed we had a flat tyre.
My mum had to push the bike to a vulcanizer.
That was about 7:53.
Of course I got to school late at about 8:05.
For the first class we had, I was asked to pick litters in the school environment, and at that time, a maths test was going on, which I wasn’t going to attend and would surely affect my continuous assessment.
On the second class, my class was so noisy and when our teacher came in, we were punished. Of course, I was asked to go and explain to the school principal why we were making noise.
Thus, the third class was missed.
On the fourth and fifth class, I got tired and slept through out.
When it was time for launch, I then remembered my feeding money was forgotten on the dining table.
If not for my friend Sarah, I would have starved.
While on the last two classes I couldn’t focus.
IT WAS SUCH A DAY!