LOGIN'Hey how are you, how you holding up, are they treating you any better??'
Mark my childhood best friend said hugging me before I could even comfortably get into the car.'I'll be fine eventually ', I say, trying my best to give him a smile.'You know you can always tell me anything right, I'll always be there for you no matter what happens, I'll be there, you know that right?', he asked obviously seeing through my fake smile.'I do', I just simply reply.Still worried he cupped my cheeks and parted his lips to say something but got interrupted by someone awkwardly clearly their throat making me notice the presence of someone else asides his driver in the car, Anita. I mentally roll my eyes, the girl is a witch with an innocent face that takes obvious delight in tormenting me urrrgh what's she doing here.'Umm, Jamjam this is Anita, she's our classmate', Mark says, his voice cutting through the thick tension and silence that had suddenly enveloped us.'I know her', I curtly reply while rolling my eyes at her.'Uhh yes, yes, of course', he awkwardly stutters.All this while Anita just sits there and stares at me with that evil malicious glint in her eyes.'So what's she doing here?', I whisper ask him.'None of your business fatty', Anita spat out in annoyance.I don't say anything just turn my face away and look out the window with my ever present blank face on.'Aunty see shut up nobody was talking to you, oversabi, nonsense ' Mark says defending me while I just stare out the window.'Ehhn better person, she's only here cause her family just moved newly to that my side and our moms used to be friends so her mom asked my mom if she could tag along with us to and fro school ',he explains totally ignoring Anita's mega scowl. I just nod my head at this.'Soo how are you holding up, you know since...... ', he trails off with his voice obviously laced with worry.My eyes instantly started pooling with tears but I forced the tears back in and wait a little before replying him so my voice doesn't break, 'Don't want to talk about it, at least not here', I say whilst eyeing Anita who seemed engrossed in whatever she was doing on her phone.Mark understands what I mean so he keeps queit. Sighing I rest my head on the chair and fall deep into my thoughts, I can't resort to tears anytime someone asks me about my Dad, no I'm a strong girl, I don't show emotions, emotions means you are weak, Jameela get a hang of yourself okay, you can't let yourself break down in public ahhan naa you are bigger than that, just imagine if this blabber mouth goes and starts telling all those yeye classmates of ours that you where crying now they will just laugh at you ehhh, besides you don't want anyone to know about Dad naa so they don't make any nasty comments. Chei so school is really starting, no ohhh its club that is starting ode where you dey go, see head voice you cannot come and be insulting me inside my own head, you will just pack and go ohh , come and pursue me I dey wait. I laughed out loud because of the conversation I was having with myself in my head. Mark turned to look at me and shot an eyebrow up at me in question probably wondering why I was suddenly laughing. Anita just murmured something like, 'the beginning of madness', I just rolled my eyes at her and simply ignored her again.Resting my head again, I went back to my thoughts , I can't believe I'm already in SS2 like wow, a year more after this year I'll be done and out of school in no time, hallelujah, someone sing praises unto the Lord, no more mean wicked classmates again but I just wish Dad was hear with me to share in my little joy, to see me progress but I guess not, hmmm if wishes where horses beggars would ride isn't that what they say. Anyhow sha, I'm just glad that I'll be finally leaving secondary school in two years time, I'll be leaving pain, regret, hurt, betrayal and wickedness. I couldn't be any happier. What if the people after secondary school are meaner than these one's what will we do, my head voice asked. We will cross that bridge when we do, don't crush my hope and besides after secondary school don't people tend to be less petty. Says who?? Arrgh go away maybe they'll just simply flat out ignore me, That would be a welcome thing.'Jamjam wake up, we are here ohh, sleepy sleepy ', Mark says totally jolting me out my thoughts. I open my mouth to tell him I wasn't sleeping but think against it why bother I no get strength abeg.
'Yay, we are here', Anita suddenly says giggling excitedly.Wait ohhh this girl sure say na human being she be, how person go dey exicted about school, nawah ohhhConsidering the fact that Mark is laughing and Anita is giving me one of her mega scowls, I think I just said that aloud opps. Damn I'm gonna pay for this later but ehh right now I'm not going to think about that.Stepping down, I brace up and pull on my full on, ever trusty blank face on and step into school.Welcome to hell.~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~
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Who else loves what Mark calls her 😊 and who else likes him already?Oversabi - use to describe someone that tries to do more than what they actually can.
Ehhn - it can mean really, where was I, and andBetter person - a reasonable personAhhan - exclamationYeye - rubbishChei - exclamationWhere you dey go - where are you goingPack and go - vacateI dey wait - I am waitingSha - exclamationThis girl sure say na human being she be - is this girl sure she's a human beingHow person go dey exicted about school - how can someone be excited about schoolNawah - wowSo that's about all the meanings of the Nigerian words in this chapter.
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Love Stephanie ❤JAMILWe don't care what they say, no way, no way???And we will live the empty chairs to those who say we can't sit there???We are fine all by ourselves???Woah Jamsi can sing, I did not see that coming, who would have thought that the girl who barely spoke had such a strong powerful voice, so beautiful. Leaning my shoulders on the door I let her beautiful voice wrap itself around my senses, consuming me, let it drown me in the pure beauty and pleasure of it. I didn't bother going in since she was apparently scared of me for some reason and I didn't want a repeat of what happened this morning so I stood there by the door unnoticed by her basking in the pure melody and symphony of her voice.So hey, we brought our drums and this is how we dance???No mistakin', we make our breaks, if you d
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JAMEELACucuruku, cucurukuDamn that alarm, is it already 5am, urgh.Today is Saturday so that means mega work for me and yes, I wake up everyday by 5am, step-mom is such a darling, hear the sarcasm.I got up and went downstairs to the kitchen to prepare breakfast for my step mother and sister, made their breakfast and put it in coolers and set on the dinning table so that the food would still be warm when they are finally ready to eat. I did my chores; sweeping the parlor, cleaning the chairs, cleaning Maria's and Jacinta's trophy's and awards from modeling and fashion designing, cleaning the kitchen, taking out the trash, moping the entire house and cleaning all the rooms and bathroom's in the house, wash and dry clothes. It was around past nine when I completed my chores, well the first set.'Where is that stupid girl', I heard Maria saying and my heart literally sank, oh no.