CHAPTER:9

BEYANCA'S POV

Hurting someone physically is a legal offense. It's a crime.

So answer this question,

Will I be considered a criminal if I do that to someone?

Or something?

I can even make it look like an accident.

Ofcourse, y'all must have already understood who or what I'm talking about.

This stupid stupid piece of- whatever material it is made of- little shit.

I have shut it twice and threw it once and it's still not getting the memo of leaving me alone. IT DOES NOT EVEN BREAK.

Seriously, what was I thinking purchasing this alarm clock?

For those who don't know and the ones who Still haven't figured it out yet, I am a very very avid buyer of alarm clocks because I have a habit of throwing them when they disturb my sleep, which I know is their work but no one gets away with disturbing me when I'm sleeping.

I am a very fair lady. Rules are rules, they are same everyone.

I do not tolerate any nuisance when it comes to my sleep.

Anyways, none of the clocks last that much except this one.

Because clearly this one's a descendant of hulk.

With a really heavy heart and groggy eyes and sleepy head, I pushed myself off my bed because well I have to go to school today.

I am dreading this day more now.

I have been successfully dodging going to school for a whole week now and as much as nice and cool and understanding my father is he is still pissed off at me for that.

He is very and I repeat, very particular when it comes to our studies and future and all of that. He's always been strict in that department.

The whole week since we came here was spent by me with mom. I didn't want to leave her side even for a second. And even now I want to do nothing except of going to her.

I just want to sit beside her, hold her hand and talk. Anything to everything. I know she can't reply but atleast she can listen.

Maybe.

But yeah okay that's much better than going to school to face all those a-holes at school.

I actually never thought about it. Much.

I will have to go to the same school and face everyone I hate with all my heart, except him.

Yeah him too actually. NOT.

I could've just gone with them to the hospital but no, dad being his stubborn self is hell bent on sending me to school. He even went as far as to emotionally blackmail me using mom's name.

And here we are.

Could this day be anymore awful?

Yep, I'm gonna face them. It sure is gonna be more than that.

I anyways washed my face and got ready to go for a run.

Yes okay so well, contrary to my usual lazy self, I actually am a very athletic person.

I have a quite lean and toned body and I stand at 5 foot 9 inches. I don't exactly have the most perfect hourglass figure but it is still nice.

Yes, I'll easily pass for a model.

I grabbed a pair of athletic wear from my closet which consisted of a pair of leggings and sports bra.

After getting dressed, I quickly braided my hair into two neat braids.

I then took my arm band, my cellphone and my headphones with me and headed out for a jog.

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A lesson to all you fellas,

Waking up means nothing when you get caught up in some work rather than what you should be doing and lose track of time.

I learned it hard way.

I was running around the neighborhood and by the time I should've finished it and head to home, a pair of two cute lil pups found my eyes and practically pulled me towards themselves or something.

But anyways long story short, I lost track of time playing with them and so well now I'm late. Fan-freakin-tastic!

I quickly reached home and sprinted towards my room to take a shower.

Or should I just skip it? I am already late so that can be always be an excuse and I hate it anyways so-

No, I smell awful. My body reeks of sweat.

I took a quick and I mean very quick shower and then went in search for an outfit to wear.

Heyyyy-

I want to make a statement with my outfit okay.

I am going after two years, they need to know I'm different.

I know it shouldn't matter and I shouldn't be caring about what they think of me and blah and blah, but I do.

That's human nature. You don't wanna miss a chance like that buds.

I know I don't want to!

And I can be a little late, it's my first day. Even though I hate getting late but I can use that as an excuse!

I know I've said it twice now.

I still quickly found what I've to wear.

It was an plain off-the-shoulder full-sleeves top of black color. I tucked it inside a beige corduroy A-line skirt. I paired my outfit with a pair of black colored high-heeled ankle boots.

I then quickly headed to the bathroom to do my hair and make-up.

Again, I hate doing make-up.

Because I just don't like caking up my face with it and so I keep it minimal most of the times.

And maybe also because I kind of don't know how to.

No comments. End of discussion.

Anyways, I just applied some concealer to hide the huge-ass pimple which decided to grace my face with it's presence this morning.

Seriously though, everything happens for a good reason or that is what my parents say. Still,

What good reason can this pimple possibly have except of absolutely nothing?

I picked up my mascara and applied it with whatever skills I have.

I finished my little 'make-up tutorial' with a nude lipstick.

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Back to the ugly mess my hair are in.

Why haven't I still chopped them off????

I am soooo not in a mood to straighten or curl them.

I barely know how to make a ponytail, so hairstyles, simple and definitely complicated, are out of question!

Yeah well I'm not so gifted in the hair and make-up department guys. I can pretty much do nothing when it comes down to this.

Guess I'll just have to leave it down by applying some serum or something.

And shortage of time is the excuse we're gonna use yet again ladies and gentlemen.

I swung my bag on my shoulder, which had almost nothing except of some of my necessities and obviously, a nice book to keep me hooked and occupied during free periods, if any.

I'm really hoping I get one- or two tho!

I picked up my cellphone and airpods from the nightstand beside my bed and went out of my room.

On reaching downstairs, I went to the kitchen to grab an apple or maybe even a quick bite of anything.

"Morning dad." I said.

"Morning sweetie" He said looking up and smiling at me.

I walked towards where he was sitting having his coffee alongside a newspaper.

I gave him a quick hug and dropped a kiss on his cheek which he returned and wished me back.

I took out a juice carton and poured a glass to myself. I quickly chugged it down and grabbed an apple from the bowl on the kitchen island.

"Morning Bri" I wished him as soon as he entered the kitchen.

"Morning. You need a ride to school?" He asked as soon as he saw me all ready and dressed.

"Nah I'll go on my own." I gave him a goofy smile while walking to where he was standing.

I gave him a brief hug which he returned and we both gave each other a kiss on the cheek.

Mom used to force us to wish each other this way when we were kids and well now it's kind of a habit after so many years.

"Take care, steer clear of douchebags and Don't get your ass into trouble kiddo." He said to me ruffling my hair, adding on to the mess they already are.

I just showed him my tongue in retort.

Real mature Beya, REAL MATURE!

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