The loud humming voice buzzing through the flat screen TV located at the far end centre of the room was the only sound that could be heard in the room, as I lay, leg stretched above one another, arms crossed over each other between the back of my head, on the plush white leather cushion chair.  Mum had gone very early in the morning while I was still sleeping, leaving only me and my thoughts in the house. Regarding the white cream colored sturdy wall in the living room, I pondered idly on what I could use my time to do. In a moment of deciding on which series to watch, a pop from my phon

Timi.  My dad's voice drawled throughout the empty and silent hallway across the other side of the room, and I felt myself start to get a little irritated. His deep rich made him sound like a gentleman as he called out to me  again, and I found myself get more irritated. 

I walked into the classroom the next day with an empty stomach. I had opted to resume on a Monday since it was the first day of school week and hopefully makes it easier to blend in. This had resulted in me rushing out without paying much heed to what was prepared for breakfast, let alone picking it up. At least I prevented the raining shouts and arguments that would have transpired between me and my mom but still, the distaste of Mondays was one thing I could never get rid off. I sometimes wonder why Monday to Friday was five days but Friday to Monday is a whole different story, short, too short that all I could think of is when next it would be Friday again. It was Monday only and I already felt the same.  

I ran like my life depended on it, not caring that I may slip and fall on the hard floor, all I just wanted, was to be alone. I cared about  nothing at that moment but to get away from Timi’s sight. He didn’t cheat, I knew he didn’t cheat, wouldn't do it. I was hurt because the scene I had witnessed had woken up insecurities that I had always tried to push down. When I wasn’t with him, I always felt like I was not good enough for him, wondering why he was even with me and not with other more good looking girls. But whenever he was in my presence, all stray thought

I entered into class with almost everyone present. The civic teacher stood at the centre of the room commanding all students to look at him as he often used his hands as a gesture to emphasize more on the point he was trying to make. Walking  past his short form, I did not miss the stink eye he passed me as I rounded the middle of different white plastic lockers and chairs to get to my seat. My bags made a loud sound as I dropped it on getting to my seat and again, Mr Onko shot me a deadly glare.