The sound of the alarm entered my ear sharply as if it pricked my eardrum, enough to wake me up – so early. With eyes slightly open, I search for my phone. I turn it off and try to go back to slumber until a series of knocks take the chance of doing it.
“Jadyn! Jadyn, wake up!” my Mom calls out, knocking on my door like crazy.
Whining, I lazily straddle up from my bed and I sluggishly walk towards the door to open it and face my Mom.
“Geez, I’m awake, no need to be that crazy,” I complain.
“If I know, you tried to sleep again before I knocked on your door,” she says with her whimsy tone. I just smile at her, knowing that she has caught me this time.
“Fix your bed and start preparing. You don’t want to be late today, do you?” she continues as she turns around and goes downstairs to the kitchen.
I close my door, fix my bed and get myself a pair of underwear. I walk into the shower and give myself a steaming hot bath to awaken my senses.
After that refreshing bath, I pull out my uniform from my closet. Staring blankly at it, memories came rushing into my mind – my first years in college, the things I’ve done, alone and with my friends, and our struggles with our professors especially with Ms. Learin, she’s a killer. Unconsciously, I find myself smiling, getting myself out of my musing; I put on my uniform and gather my things. I saunter out of my room and walk into the kitchen, downstairs.
“Smells good, huh,” I say. Setting plates on the table, she looked at me, smiling.
“Eggs and bacon for breakfast,” she answers. I put my things on the chair next to me and sit comfortably.
“Good Morning, Dad,” I answer back.
“Where’s Ace?” I ask.
“Still taking a bath, I guess.”
”He’s not that slow, is he?” I say sarcastically. My Dad gave out a big chuckle, making my Mom and I smile.
“I guess he is.” He shrugs.
As soon as I finish my meal I get up and brush my teeth. I pick up my things, kiss my parents and walk to my car – a black Lotus Elise, my eighteenth birthday gift. Ah, that seems like yesterday.
On my way to school, I see familiar faces and scenes, the place hasn’t changed a bit but I like it here. I like it a lot.
Fourth year – my last year in school, the last year of suffering and joy with my friends. I wonder what surprises this year will bring to me. Yet, whatever it will be, I just want to enjoy my last year in school.