Fresher
1050 Words
When we got home I quickly got to my room to take a shower and then have change of clothes.
While Dad walked to his room.
When I was through I climbed down the stairs and headed for the sitting room.
Reaching the sitting room I sank in to a sofa directly facing the TV and after some time got up to turn on the Tv.
Scanning absentmindedly through the channel list I decided to settle for entertainment news so I increased the volume and lay back on the sofa.
The rumbling sound coming from my stomach spoke of nothing but of intense hunger as the worms in stomach bit at my intestines causing me to wince in pain.
Of course I was hungry but can't do anything without Dad's permission.
So I'll have to wait for him though he said he was going to get lunch down the streets when we got home in the car on our way home.
After waiting patiently for him for some minutes without him showing up, I stood up and wearily ambled to the kitchen.
On getting to the kitchen I walked towards the refrigerator and opened it in search of something to subside the hunger.
Peering intently into the refrigerator one more time my eyes stumbled upon a pack of orange juice and some snacks so I quickly brought them out and placed them on the kitchen counter.
I got a glass cup and emptied some juice into it and gulped it down all at once.
Breathing heavily, I rubbed my tummy feeling a bit relieved as the pangs of hunger loosened it's tight grip on my intestines.
I emptied some contents in to the glass cup again but this time gulped it down in bits.
When I had garned enough energy to walk back to the sitting room I walked out of the kitchen after letting out a weary smile, carrying alongside my pack of juice and some of the snacks.
"Guess someone's really hungry" Dad teased as I walked back to the sitting room.
"Yeah. So so hungry" I replied taking a bite at the biscuits I was holding.
"Come give me some as well" Dad said turning his head sideways.
"Here" I said, stretching out the pack of biscuits towards him as I stood in his front.
"Thank you" Dad muttered taking out some biscuits.
"At your service sir" I replied bowing down in.
"Silly girl go and sit down" Dad said taking a bite at his biscuit
"I'm not silly Dad" I countered, walking to sit down.
"You are"
"I'm not"
"You are"
" I'm not"
"I said you are" Dad yelled laughing out heartily
"I said I'm not Mister!" I yelled back screaming on top of my voice
"Whatever" Dad replied and continued munching his biscuit while I sat down.
"Yum. This is so delicious" Dad said devouring the last piece of biscuit in his hand.
"Can I get some more?" Dad asked winking at me
"No way" I replied curtly.
"Please" Dad pleaded making a funny face
"I said no"I replied looking away
''Common it's Dad hope you do remember that?" Dad asked
"Of course I do" I cooed
"I'm not silly so say sorry to me then I'll give you biscuits" I added
''Fine, I'm so sorry. You are not silly." Dad said keeping a straight face
"That's better. Now you can have as many biscuits as you want." I replied stretching out the pack of biscuits towards him.
"This will do." Dad replied, picking just 5 pieces.
"Are you sure?" I asked
"Yeah" he answered reassuringly.
Left without nothing else to talk about, we both sat in silence while I occasionally stole glances at him as thoughts of what happened earlier on in school ran through my mind especially the incident that happened on our way back to class
How was I supposed to have reacted when Joe asked to speak with me in private?
Did I over react?
Why does he want to be my friend?
Did I acted right by refusing to tell him my name when he asked me to?
Why did he chose me to be his friend and not Tamara?
Should I tell Dad about him?
What will be his reaction?
And then how about Tamara?
Will she still be upset with me by tomorrow?
These and many more questions kept racing through my mind as I sat down quietly.
Yes for sure I knew I was wrong and should have acted better but it wasn't really my fault since I wasn't expecting any of these.
I've never been in this kind of situation all my life and don't know how to handle such situations.
I've alway been friends with females and haven't really gotten to talk to other folks expect Jeff and then sometimes during group activities in classes.
But then I'm afraid of so many things.
What if something goes wrong?
Even though I have never experienced a thing like this I've at least heard and read in books about how boys want to friends with girls and when they do, they fall in love and after some time the boy leaves the girl heartbroken.
Not like I like Joe neither do I hate him but I just don't something like that to happen to me.
I just don't want to be friends with male folks.
Well by tomorrow I'll just apologize and settle things with Tamara. I shouldn't have acted that way back then in school.
"Amanda!" Dad voice waffled into my ears bringing me out of my thoughts.
"Yes Dad" I answered
"Could you please get me a glass of water, I'm a bit thirsty" Dad said coldly
" Alright Dad" I replied and sprang up to my feet.
And heading towards the dinning area, I walked as fast as my legs could carry me to kitchen and got a bottle of water from the fridge and then a glass cup from the kitchen cupboard then walked back to the sitting room.
Placing the glass cup on the table, I opened the bottle water and emptied some contents in to the glass cup then handed it to Dad.
"Thank you" Dad said while I nodded my head and then gulped down the whole content.
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