My Bothersome Life 48 Waking Up In The Third Distric

"Rika"

Is someone calling my name? I wanted to sleep more to recover my exhaustion from shopping yesterday...

"Rika!" Someone yelled scoldingly.

"Ok! I'm up, I'm up!" I yelled back.

I reluctantly got up from my bed and rubbed my eyes in confusion. With my eyes focusing on the person in front of me with a frown, I noticed Luke was already ready to go to school.

I could already antic.i.p.ate his lecture of waking up on time. What time was it anyways? I looked at the digital clock beside my bed on the wooden tabletop to see it was still 6AM.

Of course it was 6AM. And when did the school day start for teachers like us? From what I remembered:

A middle aged woman in her thirties has said, "Because you're only teaching one subject, you're required to come to school by 10AM sharp!"

That means I had four hours to get ready didn't I? And why is Luke already wearing his fancy school uniform?

Surely he isn't going to make me do the same? What was I thinking... Didn't he wake me up to prepare for school just like he did? SIgh.

"It's 6AM and we're supposed to be there by 10AM, so why did you wake me up so early?" I asked while already knowing the answer.

At this rate, I wanted a extra hour of sleep. However, that would mean negotiating with Luke a bit.

"It's going to take time to commute to school from this hotel. Did you forget we're not in the first district anymore where there's no traffic?" Luke answered back logically.

I was sure the commute time wouldn't take more than two hours. Maybe Luke read about this from a book?

Luke grabbed my arms and pulled me up from the bed and pa.s.sed me my uniform. Hesitating while grabbing my uniform, I sulked while grabbing my hair brush as well.

Since I was young, maybe after kindergarten, my hair was ruthlessly hard to take care of with its half curly waves. Considering I didn't have this problem in my past life, I was too lazy to take care of my hair. Plus, if it became too bothersome I was planning to cut my hair.

However, when Luke grumbled about my untidy appearance, I gave the excuse that it was too bothersome. That's why I told him that if he doesn't like it, he could always brush it for me instead.

Ever since then, Luke was in charge of maintaining my unruly hair. When I pa.s.sed him my hair brush, he started to brush my hair while I cleaned my face with a hot towel.

After he finished brus.h.i.+ng, I put my uniform on that was sent to the dry cleaners yesterday to clean and iron.

And how long did it take to get out the door? Thirty minutes!

Knowing Luke, I was sure we were going to eat breakfast inside the hotel restaurant instead of a simple m.u.f.fin or a piece of toast.

Isn't that his true intentions of waking me up this early? The full course meal made for breakfast would probably take about one hour to finish as usual. Sigh.

"Can I just skip breakfast and sleep for one more hour?" I pleaded before exiting the door.

Luke shook his head disappointingly while he directly escorted me out the door. As a result, I hung my head in despair while trying to maintain my manners at this high cla.s.s restaurant.

While I was eating my food, I saw a dash of glittering ash brown hair from the corner of my eye. There would be no way she would be here, would she?

I drove my attention away from that table and focused on my food. Why did I get a feeling today would also be a long day?