Her Imperfect Life

January 6, 2020.

"Tracy,what time is your first class?" Mum shouts from the kitchen.

"8am", I replied from my bedroom. I searched for my phone to check the time, it's 7:00am. I have 30 mins more left to eat and dress up, I know I spend so much time when I'm dressing up. Then I keep 30 mins for the road. I Know how hard it is over here to find a means of transportation. I'd have to trek a few kilometres to where I'll get a bike. Then to the park where I'll get a minibus. I'll have to alight from the mini bus when we get to the circus and pick a tricycle which will finally take me to school, all these plus possible traffic congestions. This is what happens when your parents decide to live in the rural part of town phewww!!!

I know mum is preparing breakfast for me. She does that almost every morning. She hates it when I go to school late. But I don't like eating in the morning, I always get so nervous. I don't know why but this morning I know the reason. It's my official first day in College. This feeling is so complicated, I feel so anxious and nervous and a bit scared too. Scared of the new phase of life I'm about to start, the new people I will get to meet with their different behaviours.

Questions keep running through my mind. What if I don't get to make new friends?What if I don't fit in?What's life like in college? This is always my dilemma when I'm about to start something new.

Can I ever be like others and just go with the flow? I ask myself while Rolling my eyes. I sigh and use my right palm to gently slap my forehead.

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My name is Treasure Johnson but my mum, siblings and friends call me Tracy, I'm still trying to figure out how the name came about. Only dad calls me by my full name. My dad and I aren't close. Maybe it's the fact that he used to behave like he's military but he only works in the police force as an Accountant. Well I said "used to" because now he is trying to loosen up but I don't just see myself playing and laughing or confiding in him. Mum's the opposite,though we do have issues a lot because of my rude attitude but I must say she's the best mum ever. Always going out of her way to make sacrifices for us.

I'm about adding final touches to my hair when the door suddenly opens.

My 15 year old brother, Andy barges in. I don't blame him. I gave him the liberty to sleep in my room ever since the panic attack I developed 2 years earlier.

From the way he is looking at me I know he wants something from me so I give him the "state your mission" look.

"Tracy, give me your phone to play games until you're ready to leave for school" He says, giving me this childish look. I was right!!! He needed something.

Well I can't say no, I'm too soft to.

" You can take it," I say to him.

He doesn't need to ask me for the password. The three of us uses the same password on our phones, this was before Andy's phone got spoiled Early this year.

I'm 3 years older than him and my older sister Diana is 2 years older than me.

We are no longer that close, I rarely call her ever since she got admission to study Accounting in the State University. Right now she's in her 3rd year in School and she comes home once in a while. Surprisingly, we're both studying the same course. Story for another day.

"Tracy"!!! I hear mum call again. This time I know she's angry and to confirm this she adds " I won't be Happy with you if you go late to class today"

"I'm coming, in a few minutes" I say.

I step in front of the mirror to give myself one final look. These days I spend so much time staring at myself in the mirror. I'm putting on a brown top with a few golden loops in the upper part of my chest.The down part of the top is cut in a "U" kind of shape in front and it is slitted on both sides. It is long enough to cover my small round buts. My black, short, poly skirt just goes a bit longer than my top and stops a few lengths away from my knees. My milky slippers fit with the colour of the small mini bag I got from my sister. It looks a bit faded. I made a mental note to get a few new clothes and a bag. I fold my book into two to fit into the bag.