Wrong leg

My frog alarm rings at four in the morning and I'm so irritated that I feel like smashing it to the nearest wall. No matter how strong the urge is, I restrain myself because I know that I won't be getting another phone after destroying this one. With a lot of force, I dragged myself from my "comfy" bed and prepare for a great Monday as I go through my public relations book because I'm having exams in the morning.

At 5:55am I'm out of the house and I silently pray that I make it to school before 7:00am. My prayers seems not to have been heard because I  reach school at 8:00am because of traffic and I feel like crying. The exam hall is packed and I decide to revise alone for 30mins before the supervisors come.

We start our exams at 9:10am.  It's an international exam and you can just image the type of questions they ask. You only have to do five questions but I only know three of them. I keep on rereading the other questions looking for the other two to do. I'm almost giving up when I see my that my neighbor has ticked number two and five :I don't go peeping at other people's question papers, we are just squeezed and the distance between us is little. I owe her for that. I do five questions and when I'm done, I feel relieved.

After exams, a friend of mine asks me and my other friends to take her to the bank. Thankfully, the bank is near and there are less customers inside. We decide to stay behind (outside) as she pays and when we start a conversation the security guard asks us to leave from there since we are making a lot of noise. I turn to look at him only to see that he is not alone but with another college. They both scrutinize us as if they want us to melt away and the look in their eyes gets us scarring away.

Caro, Jane and I head to bus station to buy some staff only to have a passerby pushing me aside roughly. I utter some words "not cussing" and the lady who pushed me turns around. She is dark skinned but her face powder is white, her eyebrows are shaped in an outrageous way and her lipstick in something that I don't want to talk about. However, that is not what captures my interest but the angry look she throws at me when she turns around. She looks at me with so much hatred and I'm afraid that she will pounce on me and start beating the crap out of me. I have never been good in car fights and insults and I pray that she doesn't start. I don't want to be circulating in the social medias.

The moment she continue walking I release the built up air in my lungs. My friends start talking about her and I don't join them. Today has not been my day and I hope that I'll pass my exams.