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Chapter 2
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2020-10-12 19:29:54Bemon's POV.
I watched all the cars in front of me; horns blaring, swerve to the left and into the school compound. Fionna High, one of the few best private schools in the city, was always crowded, being a Monday morning only made it worse. Finally it was my turn, after the normal routine check by the security and collecting my pass, I parked my car at the lot, then reviewing my schedule made my way to the school's chill spot
I had Economics that morning, oh the day just got worse, my Economics teacher is a pain in the ass...heya Havanna!, Miranda one of my two closest friends greeted as I approached my clique's table at the chill spot___ It is where most of my school's students come to rest or pass their leisure time___.
uh hi Miranda!, where is Pamele? Miranda and Pamele had been my friends since freshman year, though Pamele's dad and my mom had been close since they were kids, mum even told me they were so close that everyone thought they'd get married; so Pamele and I just clicked, Miranda joined our circle during freshman.
She's went to get breakfast just outside the school...
Okay! Hey pitu... Pitu who happens to be Miranda's boyfriend was sitting beside her, I still always have a bad feeling around that boy but I wouldn't want to disrupt my friend's happiness.Hey bemon, fancy seeing you today! I'll be going now, I have to pick up some books from my locker, bye
Oh okay bye! I replied wholeheartedly...just then Pamele came in...
Bemon baby, there you are! Oh guess what's going on in the school right now?
Good morning to you too Pamele, my night was fine, and what is going on?... Trust Pamele, she's always current about the happenings in the school. I still wonder what she's looking for in science class, wasted talent...
Would you believe if I told you we have a new student? Pamele replied
A new student in grade 12! Miranda and I exclaimed at the same time... Jinx Miranda, you owe me your life!
My life at your service My lady! She replied, to which we all laughed...Woah! Woah!! That's not the whole gist ladies, the commotion in school is that the new girl looks exactly like you bemon, I mean yeah, she has a smaller butt and different hair, but babe she looks just like you!
You don't mean it, do you? Miranda asked...no no no.. I don't believe that at all, I said
Of course I mean it, wait till you guys see for yourself, I wish I took her picture, I heard her name is Wren.
Yeah whatever, I need to pick up my notebook from my locker, see you guys later.
Ok babe, have a nice day.
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As I made my way through the corridors, I knew something was wrong, normally, am used to other students staring at me when I pass by, like I am a celebrity or something, but today the stares doubled, then I was hearing stuffs like "she looks just like her" or " I can't even differentiate between the two". Well, whoever this Wren is, I can't wait to see her.
After taking my Economics note, I went to the classroom, neither Miranda nor Pamele takes economics so I just sat alone, I don't trust those students to sit with them, Mrs Smith, the economics witch was not in class yet.
After the boring announcement, that I never listen to Mrs Smith entered the classroom, Good morning economics gurus, today we are taking the topic - Production... as she wrote the topic on the board, I couldn't help but exclaim silently how long today was going to be.
Miss Havanna, can you tell the class the reason why you are late to school today? wait is she okay? I came to class even before her or is Mrs Smith doing drugs? Looking up I understood the dilemma she was facing.
Uhm sorry, am not Havanna, am Wren... Wren Davies, and I am late because it is my first day and I had a problem finding the economics class ma. She replied.
Mrs Smith then looked up at me, then at her with a face showing a mixture of confusion, surprise and shock, I couldn't blame the woman, I felt the same way too, the girl at the front looked like I was facing a mirror.
Ok well, welcome to my class, I am Mrs Smith... Make yourself comfortable sit beside bemon over there....
Thank you Mrs Smith, she replied and came over to my seat. Hey am Wren, you must be bemon?
My dear friends, the only thing I could do was stare.
I Know right, I felt the same way when I saw your picture on the notice board, I couldn't believe it too.
Yeah I heard we had a new student and she looks like me, but what am seeing is me. I replied.
Ladies save your discussion for another day and focus on production ok?
Yes Mrs Smith...we chorused.
Dear Reader,
You're doing well, thank you for choosing this book.
With love,
Royal tiwa.
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