“So the reason that I’m always last to class is because my sister takes forever in the morning to get ready.” I say to my teacher. He rolls his eyes and shakes his head.
“Not good enough,” He snaps, crossing his arms and putting all his weight on his left leg like he had so many more important things to be listening to than my story. His breath reeks of coffee.
“She takes two hours – two full hours, just to do her hair. Her hair!” I moan to him.
“So?” He asks.
“So that’s why I’m always last to class…”