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The alarm clock that woke me up sounded so jarring, loud and annoying as usual. I quickly sat up on my bed and switched it off immediately. Just as I was about lying back on my bed, I heard my mum’s footsteps coming towards my room.

“I wonder if this woman doesn’t sleep at all,” I hissed, got out of bed and ran to the toilet…

My name is Becky James. I’m fourteen years old and today being monday was actually going to be my first day in Ss1 in my school, PRESTIGIOUS INTERNATIONAL SCHOOL.
My father died when I was in Jss2, thus leaving me alone with my mother coz I am the only child. I’m fair in complexion, a very beautiful girl with beautiful curves too.
Enough about myself for now, you will get to know me as the story progresses…
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BACK TO MY ROOM
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By the time I walked back into my room, my mum was seated right on my bed which had on it a nice pink bedsheet that fell to the floor.
On the bedside stool was my alarm clock and a photograph of me and my family when I was four. My room always looked spick and span coz I love serenity…

“Goodmorning mum,” I smiled and sat beside her.

“Becky! You ran to the toilet because you knew I was coming to wake you up?” She said almost like a question.

“But mum…”

“Shh!” mother interrupted. “Get ready for school right away,” she ordered.

I frowned immediately. I hated school because I didn’t have many friends and my teachers didn’t really like me, though I am very intelligent but maybe because am not a friendly type and don’t really speak unless am being spoken to…

“I don’t want to go to school today mum,” I began.

“You and I know very well I won’t let you stay here,” Mum said and stood up.

“I will mum.”

“No you won’t.”
“Mum!”
“Daughter!”

I sighed and smiled a bit. “You won again,” I stood up too.

“Mum always wins, now get ready and come downstairs for breakfast.” she hugged me briefly and left the room.

“I just wish all those small boys will allow me to rest today,” I soliloquized as I pulled off my nightie, threw them on the bed and left for the bathroom which was a large room, joined with the toilet…

I sang and whistled while I bath and also thought of many things too.

Minutes later, I was out of the bathroom. I kept smiling as I applied cream to my body and dressed up. Then I stood before the mirror and stared at myself in my school uniform which was a dark blue skirt with two pleatings at the front and back with a white long sleeve shirt and dark blue half jacket.

On my legs were clean white shocks and black sandals to match. My hair was tied to the back with a bun just as we were taught to do in school but unlike others, my skirt waist band was quite big and as mum would say, “To cover your waist very well.”

I picked up my school bag from the bed which were already loaded with mum’s old Ss1 text books and new exercise books.

Though the bag was quite heavy but I didn’t mind. I slunged the bag on my left shoulder, wore a little perfume and picked my handkerchief and wristwatch from the bed and left the room…

As I climbed down the stairs, I kept trying to put on my wristwatch which was a birthday gift from my mother when I clocked fourteen. Finally I was infront of the dining table. I wore the watch and dropped my bag on the chair my dad used to sit on before he died and sat on another chair.

Breakfast was tea and bread with fried plantain and eggs. “My mum is the best,” I smiled at my mum who just walked in through the door with five hundred naira in her hands which she normally gave me for lunch during break though I never always used it except we have extra lessons.
Mum smiled and put the money in my side school bag, then pecked me on the cheek which was filled with bread and egg. “My daughter is the best too,” she said while I smiled again and nodded…

“Oops mum, I’ll be late,” I said as I pushed the dining chair backwards and stood up while mum picked up the serviette and wiped my mouth.

I drank a little water, carried my bag and slung it on my shoulder, then hugged mum and bade her goodbye while she walked me to the front door and wished me a great day in school…
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OUTSIDE…
As I walked along the path that led to my school which was only twenty minutes walk, I thought about my father and how he used to drive me to school. I missed him a lot and my mum was always trying very hard to make sure I lacked nothing.

Just then, David, a boy who lived two houses behind us walked beside me which irritated me a lot.

“Goodmorning pretty,” he greeted in his deep sonorous voice but I ignored him and walked on.

“Hey its polite to answer to a greeting,” he added.

I turned to face him, “I believe am old enough to know whats polite and not, so please, would you let me be?” I asked already feeling very angry…