I was walking up the stairs toward my classroom on the third floor. After greeting a few friends I knew along the way, I finally made it to the classroom. I sat down in the third row from the front, by the window. When I turned around, Sude and Hasret were there. I asked excitedly, "Did you finally bring the dessert?" Hasret pulled a large glass container out from under the desk. When she opened the lid, a chocolate cake and a banana-topped dessert appeared inside.
Just then, Mehmet walked in with a plastic bag in his hand. "Good morning," he said with a faint smile as he sat down next to me. From the bag, he pulled out a bottle of cola, some plates, and forks. After we ate the dessert, I must have fallen asleep the moment I laid my head on the desk. Someone began nudging me gently. When I lifted my head, the math teacher was standing over me, and the whole class was staring. When I glanced at Mehmet, he whispered, "You were snoring, bro." I had even drooled on the desk. Yawning, I muttered, "I'm sorry, teacher." The teacher said loudly, "I'm taking points off your participation grade," then went back to teaching.
When I lowered my head to the desk again, Mehmet tried to wake me up. "Bro, school's over. Get up!" he said. Stretching my arms with another yawn, I saw that everyone was already leaving the classroom. After my usual daily chat with Mustafa, I went home. Using the spare key hidden under the shoe rack, I unlocked the door and went inside. I changed my clothes and grabbed a quick snack in the kitchen. Just then, my phone rang. It was my mother. "Yes, mom?" I answered. "The house cleaning still isn't finished. I'll be a little late—just letting you know," she said.
After resting at home for a while, I put on some old clothes and headed to the auto body shop where I worked. The shop's owner, Nevzat, greeted me with a sullen expression. Scowling, he said, "You're late. Be here earlier next time." I smirked slightly and replied, "Okay," before starting the chores Nevzat had assigned me. Inwardly, though, I was busy cursing all seven generations of his ancestors.
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