Bonus Two

“Stop staring at me!” I huffed and narrowed my eyes. “You shouldn’t even be here,” I added in a grumble.

My room was in a great and beautiful mess, by that I mean hopelessly scattered. My clothes were strewn around in my frenzy searching for a good outfit and as usual, I picked out one dress or skirt to a ratio of 5 shorts and sweatpants. I hate to say this as much as I hate math but I do not have clothes, or so my mum says.

I had been searching for one hour and even a dose of happy songs blasting from my speakers did not remove the scowl etched unto my face. I was pissed and had roughly 10 minutes to get into an outfit and take another shower because there wasn’t electricity in the whole of this country and I was sweating buckets.

I blame Eko electricity for my dilemma because I’d have an outfit if not for their interest in toying with electricity. I mean, have you ever been to