We get home at around twelve o’clock and I change into my pyjamas and fall onto my bed, pulling the covers up around me I get my book, A Little Princess by Frances Hodgson Burnett. I turned on the night-light on my bedside desk and started reading….
Ah….school again. Great, I think to myself sarcastically. I stumble out of my bed and have a quick shower, brush my teeth and hair then get dressed in my school uniform. Checking the time, I see that I still have twenty more minutes before it’s time to leave the house so I decide to make myself some breakfast.
“Where’s the damn cookies?” I mutter, opening and closing drawers.
“What are you looking for?”
I whirl around when I hear mum’s voice. “Ohmygod, don’t sneak up on me like that. You scared me….” she grins before stepping into the kitchen. “What are you looking for?” mum repeats.
Rolling her eyes, she opens the drawer next to the breakfast counter and hands me a bag full of cookies. I practically melted at the sight. “Ohmygod, thank you, thank you, thank you!” I breathed before sprinting out of the kitchen with a water bottle in one hand and a bag of cookies in the other.
In school; bored out of my head.
“….Sabrina, can you tell what I just said?”
I looked up from the sheet I was doodling on and stared blankly at Mrs. Kingsford. “Erm….yeah, you were saying something about the history of something,” I muttered, looking out the window. Hearing her sigh in exasperation, I rolled my eyes.
At last the bell rang, and I walked out of the classroom before anyone else was even out of their seats. The hallway was filling up fast and I quickly walked to my locker.
“Oi, Sabrina!” I turned my head just in time to see Amirah, Kelsey and Amina coming. I grinned, “Hey guys, what’s up?”
“Nothing, just wanna know if you want to bunk off the next two lessons….” Amirah said, grinning. I smiled, my eyes lighting up. “Hell yeah! I’ve got double Food Tech, won’t miss much. When’re we leaving?”
“In five minutes,”
“Cool, where we meeting?”
“You know the garden behind the bike shed?” Kelsey asks, smirking.
I laugh, “Duh, we were the ones who found it, silly.”
“Yeah, there. Be there by ten past twelve or we’re leaving without you….”Amina says, as they walk away. I roll my eyes, before turning the dial on my locker. Grabbing some of the books I know that I’ll need for next lesson, I put them in my bag.
At precisely ten past twelve, I raise my hand and wait for Mr. Otuwatupia to call on me. “Yes, Sabrina?” he asks in his heavy Jamaican accent. “Sir, may I please go to the bathroom?” I ask politely, my voice dripping with sugary sweet syrup.
“Of course, Sabrina, yes you may go.”
I quickly walk out of the room with a pass in hand, and sneak out the door which leads to the bike shed. Bending down, because there’s a window and there’s a class in there, I sneak behind the bike shed and then sprint over to the garden. I smile.
“Hey, come on, let’s go.” Amirah says, leaning against a tree. So we do. Go, I mean. The time flies by and there’s thirty minutes left before school ends. At the moment, we’re at some café, drinking hot chocolate and munching on burgers and chips and things.
“Oh, by the way, you know that whore Fahmida? Yeah, apparently she’s calling you ‘The Bitch’,” Kelsey says, rolling her eyes. I raise an eyebrow, “‘The Bitch’, huh? Well, that’s interesting.”
Amirah laughs, “Yeah, if she’s got something to say, she should say it to your face!” I agree, and look around when my gaze lands on a guy. His back is to me, so I can’t see his face but from what I do see of him is….mind blowing. Daaaayummmmm! A voice whispers in my mind
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Keeping HopeTeen Fiction
"You just have to stay strong, because no matter what happens, life will keep moving. Time never stops for anyone and you've got to let go of the past. I know that you're going to find it hard to forgive, but you should. You may find it hard now, bu...