The Late HourIt was a chilly winter morning, the first showers of snow making their appearance. "Mom! I'm running late! I need to go now!", I pestered, stomping my foot in frustration. It was one of those many mornings I'd over slept, eventually running late. My mom tutted her tongue, "Stop that silly yelling. Your dad is still getting ready. You have to go with him." This made me groan even louder, dad took ages to get ready, more than my mom, actually. "This is so not fair! My school ain't even far! I can go by myself, you know!", I complained, flopping down on the black leather sofa. Cold. Leather was always cold but it was almost torture during winters. "You're just in year 6, Ramya. You can't go alone." I huffed loudly and marched over to the corridor, to grab my coat. I wound it around me tightly and pulled a cross face at my over protective mom. "How typical! All my friends go alone and they all come from miles away. Ok well maybe not miles, but you know what I mean. And anyways, I'm not a kid anymore! You can stop being so protective! It's seriously so ann-" I stopped my rambling as I heard the bathroom door click open. Dad. "For heaven's sake, Ramya, stop screaming!", my dad nagged. I rolled my eyes and tapped my foot on the wooden floor, impatiently as dad pulled on his socks and shoes, which seemed to take forever. He hollered me out of the house, "You're late again, Ramya!" "Not that I would like to point out that it's your fault.", I snapped back.
My eyes shifted from one lane to another, as my dad swivelled past the usual route I took to school. I put it out of my mind, assuming that he must be taking a shorter route. I leant against the back rest and stared out of the car window, watching little snow flakes land on the floor and dissolve. I perked my head up in bewilderment, it never took so long to reach my school, it was hardly a few roads away. My eyebrows knitted together as I tried to make out where my dad was heading. My mouth formed a perfect 'o' as he took up a familiar slope. "Dad, where are you going?", I asked, even though I was sure I knew where he actually was going. My dad snapped out, he looked at me, puzzled for a second. And then he said the most ridiculous thing ever, "When did you get in the car?" I groaned and face palmed myself as the car paced up into my dad's office. He had forgotten that I was in the car, even though I'd been sitting right next to him all the way through. "Dad!", I moaned. He didn't seem the slightest bit embarrassed. He casually reversed the car and headed for my school all over again. He drew up beside the school and I scampered out of the car, hurriedly. "I am so telling mom and that useless brother about this, dad!" And the next second, I had bolted for the school reception.
The receptionist raised an eyebrow at me, as she saw me scurry in for the umpteenth time in the month, looking like an escaped monkey from a zoo. My ears were pink and warm from the cold, I threw her a sheepish smile. "Sorry. I'm late again.", I mumbled. She shook her head and laughed, "Now dear, I'll have to take down your name again." She tilted her head at me in a perplexed manner. "Now what was your name, again? Let's see, is it Rebecca? Or is it Rhea? Oh wait, its Ramya!" I felt pretty much embarrassed. And I was also tempted to tell her that she pronounced my name a funny way. She said the 'Ram' part of my name like the literal English word, ram. So when she said my full name, it was like "Ram - ya!", as in literally 'ram you'. "Ok, now off you go hun, you're super late today.", she said, hollering me out. I nodded and quickly ran up the corridor and several other parts of the building and burst into my class.
Everyone were staring at me. "What happened to you now?", my form tutor(class teacher) asked. I laughed nervously, "Umm, my dad drove me to his office instead of school." "What?", my teacher asked, absolutely puzzled. I looked around the class and saw thirty other pairs of eyes staring at me intently, bewilderment etched into their faces. I swallowed, my ears turning pinker than ever, I finally let out, "My dad forgot I was in the car." My teacher went red in the face, in a pretty futile attempt to stop himself from cracking up, the others weren't so considerate. They burst out laughing, a few of those totally moronic and exaggerative guys even falling back on the carpeted floor, in splits. That was one of the most mortifying days of my life and probably the last day that I was ever gonna over sleep again.
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Edited by ..Ramya.. - 9 years ago
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