Lucky Tom

CHAPTER ONE

CHAPTER 1

I thought it was me who makes the girl this way

( I thought it was me) – I came to find out shes like that every day.

Few more lines after.

Show her that the B-I-V was damn good, understood? I never had my boat rocked like that before, YO!

A lot of lines after.

…got me straight, and I was ready to go, yeah! B!

(yeah…)B!

(yeah..) B!

(yeah…)

Not this crazy song playing when Im trying to get some peaceful well deserved sleep before my shift begins at Old Berkleys Rentals. My eyes stare at the dusty light bulb hanging on the ceiling, probably watching sleep drift to wherever it goes when it isn of use. Oh! What to do? I need to sleep.

I face the other side of my room, deciding to engage in the process that conjures sleep, paying rapt attention to the silence my sensation was trying to produce. Victory was nigh, I could almost smell it, and just like that, it was snatched. The damned music cornered my efforts and overtook my hard-to-come-by self-induced silence.

The anger rejuvenates my body propelling me off my bed, venting blows and kicks at the blank space in front of me.

Goddammit! BLAST! BLAST! BLAST!

The mug on my reading table stopped my inaudible tantrum. Its contact with the wooden floor had me frozen in shock, till it stopped stumbling and rolling around. The remaining tea in it spilt.

” Tea got spilt when I was not even thirsty. Haha! ” I laugh dryly at my self-made joke.

Its a miracle the mug did not break into bits. I believe now what mum always bellows about mugs being the strongest among all cups.

Mother would have fed my eyes to the chickens if such had happened. I pick the mug

setting it down on the nightstand mentally noting to return the mug to its original abode; the kitchen street.

That old bachelor had better stop playing those old and sexually alluring songs this early morning!

Eyeing the sugary liquid that was slowly finding its way to the bathroom. I went for the mop stick beside my wardrobe and put its journey to a permanent halt.

” Tom! ”

Mama called. Urgh! She didn have to shout that loud in this small house. I can even hear her whisper in here.

” Are you playing dead on me, boy? ”

She appears in the doorway. This should be no surprise since it happens all the time, but Id always jump in fright whenever she comes to all scary HEYA at my doorway.

” Uhm. Mama, you spared me no chance to return your call. What do you need me to do? ” I reply, smiling.

Her gaze wandered around my room for seconds before stopping on the mug. For a moment, my heart skip a beat. Was there a crack on the mug? Did she notice? I know for a fact that mothers eyes could find the missing x in an algebra, without applying any formula. She had the eyes of a hawk.

”Could you run

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