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Chapter Ten
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2020-10-11 20:25:42JAMEELA
Sunday rolled by as a blast even though I couldn't go to church physically because my wounds weren't healed properly enough to be hidden under a good layer of make up, I ended up watching from home on the Dunamis tv. My sister and Maria went to a catholic church where they couldn't identify with me while I went to the Dunamis church down the street. I was a very quiet member and didn't identify with any group but at least no one called me ugly there.
Today is Monday and our test officially starts this week. I was done with my morning duties but it wasn't without a slap here and there for no reason whatsoever adding to the bruises I had to hide.
Sitting before my vanity, I stared at the image in front me and ran my fingertips over my bruises, wincing at the contact. They still stung but thankfully not as much as they did before. The bruises on my stomach had healed perfectly and completely so there was barely any pain around that area.I started with moisturizing my face, then adding a layer of primer, followed by the foundation making sure to apply it around the area of my left eye to cover up the already fading black eye before the final layer of powder. I decided not to use a concealer so my face would not look over the top. I hated using make up because alot of times my classmates always thought I used it in a bid to make myself pretty and to hide my freckles and so always mocked me when I did use it, if only they knew, sigh. My eyebrows were pretty thick enough on their own so I didn't need to add an eyepencil to them instead I applied mascara to my lashes to make them look fuller. I sighed in satisfaction as my bruises were hidden perfectly beneath the layers of make up.Peak high was a school for the rich and elite of society, so we were allowed to use make up as long as it wasn't in excess and braid our hair too but only to a specific length and according to our natural hair colour. Basically why I could use makeup to hide my bruises.
Beep, beep.
Shoot, Mark was here. Hurrying, I grabbed my tie and ash cropped hoodie that went really well with my uniform and literally flew down the stairs. Peak high's uniform comprised of an ash and black short classy criss-cross pleated skirt with an ash button-up long sleeved shirt rimmed with black at the collar completed with a solid black tie and black knee high socks that ash stripes at the top and black shoes with straps at the mid-section that had a little heel.
Our uniform was really beautiful unlike most schools, a job well done by the designer. The uniform looked nice on literally everybody size as it was fitted to look good on our individual bodies, well everyone except me, sigh. Shaking me head to get rid of my negative thoughts, I locked the house up and entered the car with Mark.
'Hey', I said smiling at Mark while getting into the car. I turned to greet his driver while knotting my tie, I ended up tangling it and asked Mark to help me do it.
'I can't believe you still don't know how to knot a tie after more than four years of wearing one ehhh', he said teasing me while giving me his goofy contagious smile.'Abegi free me johh(lmao)', I said smiling a goofy smile along with him.'Tahhh, why should I ehh, aunty that don't know how to knot tie, take johh', he said continuing to tease me.'Hmmph', I collected the tie and pouted my lips turning my head away at an angle while rolling my eyes, giving him the 'moya look away look'.'See this one ohhh', he exclaimed. I ignored him and began wearing my tie. I didn't even finish adjusting the tie before he started tickling me. I was a very ticklish person and he knew that, it didn't take long for the car to be filled with our merry laughter. This was one of the reasons Mark was my best friends he had a way of always making sure I was happy, lifting my spirits.'Can you guys like keep your voices down, I'm trying to read', Anita said her voice dripping with annoyance.I literally jumped in my sit and turned my head so fast to the direction her voice was coming from, I'm surprised I didn't sprain my neck or something with the way I turned my head.'Wow easy there, do you want to break your neck or what', Mark said exaggerating my thoughts while feeling my neck for any pains.'I'm fine jare', I said shrugging him off, I looked at Anita from the corner of eyes and thought I saw her scoff and roll her eyes.'So are you ready for the test', I asked Mark turning to look at him.'God no go shame us(God will not shame us, (its like a slang))', he said running his hands through his short sporty waves.'Ehhn, I hear word, you dat have probably consume that your literature book and finish', I said.'Chisos ahhan consume am I eating it abi am I a goat (Jeez, consume? Am I eating it or am I a goat)', he asked laughing.'Your words not mine', I shrugged laughing at him.'Haew, I don suffer ohh(I have suffered), he exclaimed holding his head.We continued joking around and laughing and occasionally getting on Anita's nerves. We both didn't believe in doing last minute readings so we just gisted all the way to school. Mark was the only person I was free with and could talk to without feeling out of place, we go way back and have been best friends since our primary school days.'We done reach ohh', Tunde, Mark's driver bellowed. Urrgh, that just brought me done from the high I was currently on, Mark must have noticed because he gave my hand a reassuring squeeze.I slipped on my hoodie and drew the hood up to cover my face, thanking Tunde I grabbed Mark's hand and walked into school. He walked me to the front of my class before saying bye and leaving to his own class. I was a science student and he was an art student explaining why we rarely saw ourselves during school time.Taking a deep breath to calm my jittery nerves, I blanked my face out and walked into class with my head down.~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~
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