Good Friday

Woken up furiously by my younger brother who kindly yells ," Its 9 am! you have an exam,you missed it!!". I freak out and panic as I run downstairs to grab the newspaper which will tell me the date! I realise my exam is on monday and today is just friday!
Standing in the middle of my living room-lost,watching people hustle and bustle around me,a mental image of a fish market flashes in my mind.
why do I live here , I ask myself and continue to gape at people around me. Suddenly I see a familiar face! Yes! My mother..!! Relieved I walk up to her and ask " W,hats up? whats to eat?", "My head" , my mom retorts. okay that was something i mutter and walk away.
After investigating I'm told today is Good Friday and my aunt demands if I remember or I'd forgotten it. "I remember!" I convince her. ( actually I dont). So everyone's getting dressed to go to church( with a lot of enthusiams). why?! its church,not the  grand prix.
finally at last the house it empty and rid of over enthuisastic religious people. i settle in my abode  and laze there texting some freaks of nature,apparently.

 I sit around and the rest of the  day is uneventfully except for one incident. My older brother called to lecture me because he " accidentially" (but i know I was framed) found out that ONCE UPON A TIME,LONG LONG AGO  I'd gone to Pecos, a place after my own heart, "during my exams ,in my school uniform"; so yeah I got screwed but its cool as long as he didnt tell dad. phew!
      Munching on a parle-g biscuit I get the feeling I'm forgetting something. I wonder and ponder and suddenly realise that I have a psychology exam tomorrow! My psychology end of semester final exam!! I snap outta my lazy trance,bid goodbye to my freaks of nature to stare at my obese psycho text book.
I finish everything  really quickly  and i get a feeling thats not right,because I dont get how I fnished a truck load of nonsense in a few hours when they gave me 3 days for it.

But whatever I skip with joy and log on to gmail and facebook. the very next minute i'm confronted by my brother who wants to know why I'm online.I get another lecture and he tells me to " get off facebook and put my face in a book". gah!  I sigh and trudge towards my room,climbing the stairs as if it were mount everest. reaching my destination I plonk myself on the bed and check my phone for messages.argh no messages! why isnt anyone texting me?! I fume and dig into "understanding psychology".