Mmegi

A single purpose

The day drags, each minute ticking slower than the last. I keep glancing at the clock, a quiet thrill building in my chest. There’s a rhythm to my restlessness, like my body knows what’s coming.

I’ve gone over the plan, chosen what to wear, replayed the moment in my head. The air feels different now, charged with something I can’t quite name. As I step outside, there’s only one thought: it’s finally time. I’ve been waiting for this. Summer hums with anticipation, a season thick with the promise of adventure, laughter, and moments that etch themselves into memory. Winter’s icy grip is now just a distant echo, and the weight of school has lifted, if only briefly.

I do a final check: my Marithé and François Girbaud jeans, ice-pink Ralph Lauren polo with the pale blue logo, and black loafers, my chosen armour for the day. I slide into the driver’s seat and ease onto the still-sleepy roads.

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