Me: Urgh. Japanese is so difficult.
Maya: I can't believe you spent 3 hours 15 minutes straight in one lesson.
Me: It was hard, my dear, very hard.
Maya: Here's some logic.
Me: James Patterson can't be a girl who probably failed her Japanese dictation, right?
Maya: And so. Not JP.
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"Mom," I grumbled as I dropped my files on the glass table.
"Why're you here?" She asked with her eyebrows raised. "Shouldn't you studying at the café? With your so-called life saving coffee?"
I didn't even bother to defend my coffee as I said wearily, "Argh, don't even talk about it. You know Nick?"
"Yeah, he's Maria's son, isn't he? The good looking one?"
"Yes, him." I rolled my eyes. Good lucking? Right. "He didn't serve me my espresso with fudge and whipped cream. He just told me that they didn't serve that. Isn't he an idiot?"
"Well, they don't actually sell it. Maria's just doing you a favour," she shot back as she nodded at Gazzy, who was doing a sum. "So try to survive without the caffeine for a while."
I shrugged. Guess it wouldn't hurt to try. I trudged back to my room with the homework and looked at the clock. 5pm. I shouldn't take more than three hours to finish a stack of homework mostly due tomorrow, right?
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Stay awake...stay awake...stay awake... I lay my head on the table. It was 11pm, and I had only finished three-quarters of the work, probably because I was lazing around. Feeling immensely comfortable, I closed my eyes. Just to relax my eyes, I told myself.
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I peeled my eyes open reluctantly as the shrill sound of my ringing alarm clock filled the air. Forcing myself off the table, I stumble into my bathroom to brush my teeth and take a bath.
Soon, I'm done, all neat and ready– "SHIT!" My Goddamn homework. I forgot about it!
But I've got no choice but to stuff it into my bag and get on the bus with a slice of bread in my stomach, since there was a rush to get on it everyday.
Since the world hates me, there were no seats for me to sit down, and hence I couldn't do my damn homework. As if that wasn't enough, I didn't finish any of the maths worksheets, and, well, my maths class is on the first period.
See? I told you that the world hated me.
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It is not good when your least favourite teacher glares at you in front of the whole class and says, "I expected better from you". Especially when the homework assigned was given a week ago.
"I expected better from you, Maxie!" Ms. Penstairs snapped.
"Max," I corrected under my breath.
"I gave this homework a week ago. And now, you tell me that you didn't do it," she continued. "You are to stay back for the whole of recess."
I nodded. "Sorry, Miss. It'll not happen again." But inside, I was mentally cursing. I needed recess. No matter how expensive the food was, I needed it. My metabolism rate is quite high, and I burned through food really easily.
So basically, I was going to be starving, and doing questions on my worst subject ever.
Basically, it's still Nick's fault.
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I still don't know how Nudge and Ella had persuaded me into coming with them to the mall.
"It'll cheer you up", they had said. Yeah, right. I do not like shopping. Mostly it goes in this routine: 1)Ella and Nudge see cute outfit 2)Complains about how expensive it is 3)Try it on anyway 4)Decide to buy it because it looks 'great' on them. Pshhh. 5)Make me carry the bags, since apparently I'm 'stronger' than them.
This is mainly why I hate shopping. Another reason is because they force me into outfits sometimes. Like right now.
"Max! Come out now or we'll barge in!" I heard Nudge's muffled voice.
"It can't be that bad," Ella said impatiently.
Um, yes it was. This dress didn't even go mid-thigh, also, what am I doing, wearing a freaking dress?
I quickly came to my senses and changed back into my dark blue hoodie and jeans. Good thing my brain is functioning right.
I heard a chorus of awwww's from Ella and Nudge when I stepped out, looking exactly the way I had looked when I stepped into the changing room.
I tossed Ella the dress. "No way am I gonna wear that. But you can if you want."
She shrugged. Ella was usually quite laid-backed about what I did and what I wore. The problem was Nudge. You have no idea how many times she has tried to give me a makeover. No. Freaking. Idea.
After successfully getting Nudge to stop begging to buy that dress, I was ready to leave this mall (gratefully).
But of course, life's a bitch, isn't it? So it decided to make it rain. And not just rain. It was a downpour. And I had to walk home.
Luckily, I had two umbrellas with me because of my Mom's paranoia.
I took the bigger one– I would need it–, braced myself and walked into the coldness.
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Why wouldn't this stupid traffic light turn green already? I've been waiting here forever!
I heard someone running up beside me and incoherent mumbling. I looked up, and saw a guy with Chestnut hair. Apparently, he doesn't have an umbrella with him, and is trying in vain to cover himself with his hands.
I grab the other umbrella from my sling bag. "Hey," I poked his arm with my umbrella. "Take this."
He looked at the umbrella I was holding and then glanced at the one in my hand. Nodding, he took the umbrella and opened it.
"Thanks," he said. "I'll return it to you once I cross this traffic light."
"Nah, it's okay," I shrugged. "Just take it 'till you get home and return it to me next time."
"Next time how...?"
I thought for a while. "I'll give you my phone number then. You can return it to me when you're ready."
He nodded. "Thanks again."
"No problem," I remembered something. "What's your name? Mine's Max."
"Max...a guy's name?" He said incredulously but stopped when Max glared at him. He laughed. "Sam."
"Nice to meet you, Sam. Remember to return my umbrella, though."
"Sure do. Your precious umbrella will be given back to you by this week, I promise."
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Me: It's Sam! Hopefully I gave him a personality.
Maya: Your brother is lucky. He gets REAL MONEY from his teachers for Chinese New Year.
Me: I know. Unfair right? Grrrr. And yo! Bambi lover! OVER HERE. Gazzy's 9-ish, I guess.
Maya: *watches Hunger Games trailer* HOLY SHIT IS THAT JOSH HUTCHERSON AS PEETA? HOLY SHIT!
Me: Uh...excuse her, folks. Heh. Uh. Chinese New Year to those celebrating it.
Maya: HE FREAKING DYED HIS HAIR.
Me: Well, review? I got like 10 reviews for the last chappie, so...
15 reviews please?
Pleasepleaseplease? *continues pestering*