"Damn!"
Frantically, I rushed around my small room trying to get ready for my first class. I was running behind schedule. I can't believe that I overslept, how could I be so irresponsible? I don't find anything worse than stepping into class late, with everyone staring. Judging eyes all set on your every movement. I'm the worse to handle such unwanted attention - it always end in one way. Embarrassment. Humiliation. Call it exaggeration, heck you're probably right, but I don't want it.
Laughter echoed through my wall "I'm truly honoured to witness this very special day where, the Mara Jaffray is late for something" teased Karen, leaning against my bedroom door.
"Wow, that's really funny. How long did it take you to think of that one?" I huffed, struggling to pull my black jeans up my legs.
Dramatically, she threw her hands up "Whoa, whoa. No need to get hostile. Please, just calm down." she said with a straight face, which broke into laughter within seconds.
I rolled my eyes at her while shoving my large books into my leather bag. I blew onto the lens of my glasses and wiped it crisp clean.
"Where's your contacts?" asked Karen, waiting for me to get ready.
I grabbed my white jumper and pulled it over myself, "Let's just go." and ran to the door.
Panting exhaustively, Karen and I dropped dead onto our stools. "We actually ran to class. What the fuck is wrong with us?" moaned Karen, shoving her bag under the desk.
"We want to succeed."
"For?"
"To get a good job, to pay for your living-"
"OR, we can simply marry someone rich."
"How did I forget that?" I laughed, quickly quieting down after receiving a stern look from Mr. Jones.
Silently, everyone scribbled notes down. Tic toc, tic toc. The clock's handle set out a continuous and rhythmic beat. It was quiet. Too quiet. It was an uncomfortable style of silence. Slowly, I pulled my stool back, it screeched underneath the dirty and grum floor, I bent down to grab my bag. I pulled out a water bottle. Cautiously, I opened the cap and mentally pray that I don't make a mess. Get a grip, Mara!
I breathed in and out, relaxing myself. It worked. Oh boy, how wrong I was. In the dead silence, my stomach rumbled and gurgled and grumbled. Well, just shoot me now.
My cheeks burnt red. I didn't dare to look up. Maybe no one noticed. Ha, I wish. My whole life is jinxed.
A familiar laugh came from the back of the class. I felt myself stiffen up straight.
I nudged Karen with my elbow slightly and she turned to face me slowly. She quirked her eyebrow at me.
"Who laughed?" I questioned.
She simply shrugged.
"Please." I urged, pleadingly.
"Fine" she said, dragging the sound 'i'.
She sat up straight and stretched her arms high up in the air and yawned, while turning her head as in a casual act.
"So subtle, Karen" I said, sarcastically.
"Whatever Mara and it was just that lanky idiot." she whispered, as sir glanced at us.
"Oh..."
"Yeah, OH."