We wake up the next morning, and I still haven't spoken to my brother or anyone for that matter,all through. I sigh as I lazily stand to my feet from my bed. My hurt hand seems to be better than it was yesterday and the interest to be in school doesn't exactly spike me. But then,it's not exactly like I have a choice.
I change out of my night wears and slowly brush my teeth,have my bathe and dress,before heading down stairs to have breakfast.
By the time I'm done and all ready,my brother and dad are already seated on the table and I'm sure Drey must have asked my father not to disturb me or anything of the sort. Well,he need not have to.
"Anye,good morning." My dad greets and I only nod in acknowledgement. Drey looks at me but decides it best not to speak to me.
"You seem a little gloom
