THREE
"Zara"!Mother called from downstairs.I chose not to answer her because I didn't want to,I was done packing for school.I dragged my boxes out turning to give my room one last glance, I was sure going to miss my big bed.I dropped my bags in front of my room,I was going to send uncle john"the driver" to bring it downstairs.
I ran downstairs, Mother was furious,I could tell.
"Where are your bags?"she asked
"Upstairs, I'm just gon' send uncle john to bring down"I answered her.Mother bought me a black venza as promised but we couldn't use it to get to school, so uncle john would just bring it over.Mother and I had a plane to catch,we couldn't possibly use the car from Abuja to Lagos.Uncle John would just bring it over.Uncle John dropped us off at the airport and in no time we were flying enroute Lagos. Thank God Abuja to Lagos was not more than fourth minutes,I really hated long journies.
We arrived at Lagos in no time.Dad was already waiting for us at the airport he had come to Lagos for busniess some few days back,so he decided to drop us off with his company's car

*observin*