Joanna's POV
“WAKE UP!” I HEARD someone yell close to my ear. So loud that it destroyed my peaceful slumber.
I groaned and turned to see who had the guts to wake me up on that find morning.
My vision was still blurry and I rubbed my eyes. I blinked to get accustomed to the brightness and tried focusing my eyesight on the culprit when I felt ice cold water being dumped on me.
“Holy shit!” I clamored while water droplets ran down my body.
“Happy birthday sister!” Elvis said with a grin before he ran out of my room at top speed.
“That big bag of shit. I am so gonna kill him,” I muttered under my breath and headed for the stairs as I attempted to squeeze the wetness off my soaked shirt.
It's kind of a tradition here in Nigeria to pour water on the celebrant on their birthday. Though that only happened if immature people were around.
I stopped in my tracks as another bucket of water was poured on me drenching me for the second time that morning.