Another beauteous morning..

I woke up late today and thought nothing but my school's summer homework .

Yeah , no one worries this much about school's stuff , but Miss Mason was a real mess . She would squeeze us mentally if we did not submitted it on time .

The first thing I did ,was checked my phone as everyone does , checked my Instagram and other social media. Nothing eye-catching , but in such a dreadful situation the great gen-z were making memes , as they made during the Covid- days and sadly I also was a part of this meme game .

I checked my face in the selfie camera , I really didn't like those pimples , one had erupted between my eyebrows and it looked too bad .
Nothing can cure this acne.

My curly hair were also messed up even after I had a hair cut , they now reached my shoulder . I had grown dark circles under my green eyes ,
" you have to sleep early " I spoke within my mind .

I got up from the bed , rushed to wee wee , I controlled a lot while using the phone " huh " .

For the second, time I scrutinized my face and all I saw was that damn pimple .

Had a minute shower , quicky dried my hair , I wore my favourite denim jacket and black jeans with a matching pair of brownish sneakers .

I was too hungry , all I wanted was a delicious breakfast " bet my mother is better than a certified chef ". . .
She cooks so good , but I'm a totally opposite girl , who also cannot cook instant noodles. She has a beutiful name as her cooking , Haya Reu . I had a habit of talking to myself .

I went to the hall , " hey mum , I woke up early today " I yelled . . . .
But got no reply and after a search of 5 minutes I realised that I was all alone in the house .
I waited for about 30 mins but they didn't arrived , I removed two pieces of garlic bread from the fridge and oven-baked it which filled my empty tummy .

I tried to phone call , but both were out of reach . " Where have they gone on a public holiday ? , it is strange ! " I asked myself .

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