In all of my twenty-one years of existence, I had never showered so quickly. Usually it would take me a good fifteen minutes but just for this outing, I took only five minutes. I must have been in a hurry because I did not dry myself properly, making the new clothes that I was changing into cling onto my wet skin uncomfortably.
Ignoring that unpleasant feeling, I dashed out of the toilet and ran straight to my room, not even caring about the tiny puddles of water that I left behind. Before I closed my door shut, I heard the annoyed groans of my mother. Well, that went well. Of course, once I re-opened the door, I would have to mentally prepare myself for a long lecture about drying my feet first. But now, I had more important things to care about.
Doing the finishing touch-ups on my face and hair, I threw my reflection in the mirror a brief million-dollar smile before rushing out of my room. Just as I predicted, I was greeted by the dreadfully long lecture given by my mother but I had automatically tuned her out as I searched for my pair of orange wedges. I knew exactly how to stop the lecture so I turned to my mother and asked her whether she wanted a sugar roll and a chicken pie. My treat of course. She closed her mouth and nodded her head before heading straight to her room. Well, that was easy. I shrugged and rushed out of the house, taking the time to close the gate and lock it.
To passers-by, I must have looked like I ran a marathon because by the time I stood on the train platform, I was sweating buckets and I internally cursed for not bringing a small towel with me. Glancing at my wrist watch, I cursed again because not only was I late, my friend was even later. I fished for my phone from my pocket and my eyes bulged when I saw her message claiming that she had just left her house. Not to mention, she lived thirty minutes away from our meeting point and that is, if the bus and train arrived on time.
This sucks.
Well, at least I have an hour to kill.
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