C6 MIGRAINE BATTLE

[ PAISLEY ] ★★★★★

Five hundred... Six hundred.... Six hundred thousand followers in thirty seconds. Boom!.

I continued scrolling as I saw a familiar post.

"Oh my gosh, it's Thursday, can't wait for the spooky halloween party on Saturday" I exclaimed quietly as I opened the group chat with the candy babes.

My door creaked, I quickly hid my phone beneath my pillow and pretended to be fast asleep.

I heard some shoe tapping and the sounds drew closer and...

Ahhhhhhh!

loads of milk rain down my face !.

"Mum you just wasted my one week milk!" I yelled at my Mum who stood at the edge of my bed holding a jar.

"I know that sleeping beauty. If you are always sleeping at night and not burrowing your face in that stupid phone of yours, you would have always come first in your class"

"Mum, not again" I cried.

"Am I telling lies ?"

"Mum, you and I know that no one is smarter than Russell, he even came first in the world's maths competition and by the way I got A's in my last result, isn't that enough?" I yelled as I held back my tears.

"Listen to yourself. I thought you and Russell are childhood friends?, Why is he smart whereas you are dumb uh?. When I was your age, all I think about is my book and not instagram or tiktok like you do" She paused and threw her so called high school reports sheets at me. "Take a look at those report cards, all straight A's from grade 9 to grade 12, that's why I can stand today as a qualified doctor, don't even let me tell you about my scores in college"

"Mum stop!" I couldn't take it anymore. "This is twentieth time this month you've shown me this, it's even more than the time you spend with me" I squeezed the sheets together and returned the now ball paper to her.

Her phone rang and she picked it up. " Hello, who am I speaking with?... Oh Mr Ezekiel..."

With that she left my room.

I climb down my princess bed and sluggishly entered my bathroom. Some minutes later, I went downstairs to have breakfast and as usual, my family weren't available. I sat down and waited patiently, hoping that one of my parents will show up and make my morning a glorious one.

My Dad was the first to jog down the stairs in his perfectly ironed suit. "How do I look damsel?" He asked spinning round the room.

I glanced at his dressing and couldn't find any new exciting thing on him. "You look like your usual self, pops"

He smiled, pecked me on my forehead and sat down. "You are so sweet damsel, your mother said I look like a knight in the 80's, that is why I always take your judgement"

I chuckled and immediately found out what inspired that comment, Dad's suit actually looked like a knight's coat with the..

"You still look amazing Dad"

"You are my favorite child, damsel"

"Of course I am your only child, it's not as if you have a choice, Mr Ken Preston"

We ate and discussed a lot mostly about my school activities and politics.

Dad looked at his watch and I immediately sensed what was going to happen. "Damsel, I don't think I can drop you off at school, let Caleb take you" He revealed and rose to his feet.

Don't be selfish Paisley, Dad just spent forty five minutes with you. I nod my head and he pecked me again.

"Don't worry Dad, Mum will drop me off at school"

His facial expression alarmed me. "Mum has an appointment to catch up with in Germany, she might spend more time over there, like three to four days"

It took a lot of courage to hold back my tears. "Where is she?, I want to see her" I requested.

Dad looked surprised and cupped my chin. " She left earlier, I saw her coming out from your room, didn't she tell you that she was leaving immediately?"

I shaked my head.

"Damsel, you know how critical your mum's job is right?"

"What about you Dad?, You are a minister of education and you own a multi business company, you always have appointments but yet you create some time to spend with me. Mum's occupation shouldn't be an excuse for her inability to take care of her only child!" I blurted out and stormed out of the house.

I dailed his number for the tenth time yet no response.

My car packed in front of my school gate, I jumped down from the car and sighted a black bugatti coming in from the second gate. "Russell!!!" I screamed happily and ran to the car. My countenance fell immediately Travis came out of the car.

Oh shoot, I forgot Russell and Travis has the same type and color of car.

I turned to leave but stopped as someone grabbed my hand. "Russell is fine" Travis said and I turned to look at him.

"But why isn't he picking up his call?" I asked feeling worried and scared. I went to his mansion but his steward said he hasn't returned from where he went to"

I shook my head in surprise as Travis burst into laughter. "What's so funny?, Do I look like a clown to you?"

"Why are you so bothered about Russell?, Let me guess you haven't gotten over him"

What is wrong with this guy?

I sighed and tapped him on his head. "Don't be stupid, Russell is just a friend to me, or is it now a crime to worry about a friend?"

He chuckled and planted his hands in his pocket. "I was only being curious Paisley... as a fri..end" He turned around and walked away.

I waited a little for my girls but no one showed up. I shrugged and walked to my class.

The bell rang for recess, I sighed in relief as I packed my maths notebook and textbook into my bag. I brought out my mirror to arrange my long straight hair. I was so busy that I didn't notice some dude staring at me. I raised my head and my eyes met with Abijah, the only Indian kid in our school, and Of course with the hideous famous indian musician Jay.

"What do you want Abijah?" I asked him when no words came out of his mouth.

He smiled and revealed his white teeth which blended with his pink suckle lip. "Arrrgh!" I screamed loudly. He is cute but absolutely not my type but he is so gorgeous.

"So you know my name?" He asked still smiling.

Gush can this boy stop smiling. "I am the acting class president, so I have to know all the names of my classmates, who knows I might be the next president....And can you please stop smiling?"

Oh God did I say that out loud?!.

He cleared his throat and said. "Here is the thing, I like... I um like this girl...."

I sat up as if I was just served my favorite chocolates. "So... Who is this lucky girl?"

"You think she is lucky?"

"Yeah, I mean you have it all, dimples, flawless skin, height apart from abs though" I blurted out without thinking.

He chuckled and placed his hands over his body. I couldn't help but giggle at his behavior.

"Well, why are you telling me about the girl you like?, Do you need relationship tips on how to approach her?"

"Um not really..."

I placed my index finger on his lip. " I can help you, you don't have to be shy. I know everything a girl would like, trust me I am a girl as well. Here is my number and house address.." I wrote down some words in a piece of paper and gave it to him.

I waved him goodbye and ran out of the class.

I ran into the restroom and my face looked flushed in front of the mirror. I dipped my face into the dish thrice to relief myself. My phone rang and I picked it up hoping was Russell but no.

"Hello babe.." I began the conversation immediately i picked the call. "You can't be serious, your school wants to partake in the national football game?... No i am just surprised, you know your school never makes it out of the trial game... Don't get me wrong..." I couldn't complete my speech as my boyfriend ended the call.

This is really an hectic one, what if our school end up competing against lakeview high?!. I sighed and slowly sat on the floor as my migraine attacked me.