Deep Within

August, 2019 "He stared at her this time. Not longingly. Not in essence, as though he did from the onset. Betrayal. Betra-" A loud ring resounded round the room, followed by loud and disorganized clicking, then silence. "-yal. Betrayal swarmed deep in his eyes as he tried so hard to pacify his beating heart. Why'd he think this would last?" Clicking. "Why'd he think after everything, she would place a hand atop his and sing 'I-" "OLAEDO!" "No. No. No. No... What next? What next?" The 15- year old whispered lowly as her fingers hovered uncontrollably over the mouse. "OLAEDO! I swear I won't repeat myself!" The loud voice of Mariam Joseph booms round the house. If it was in those Werewolf series, her voice would've shook the doors of the rooms in the whole house. It didn't shake her

 CHIZOBA AND OLAEDO stood calmly in front of her mother's dresser as they awaited her mother to come out of the toilet. Both were dressed as though they were going out. Chizoba wore a baby pink off-shoulder blouse on a high-waist skinny jean which was complimented by a white Nike shoes. Contrary to her twin sister, Olaedo was clad in a long grey sweatshirt and a black plain jean with black scandals. They both were twins, yet so different and so similar. In the next two minutes, Miriam Joseph walks out of the enclosed door with a wide white towel around her and a smaller one around her head. Her steps falters. She looks at both her children and the way they were dressed and she hums. "Mummy, good afternoon." They both greeted. One, overly enthusiastic while the other... Not so much. Miriam nods and sits on her make-up stool that was directly opposite her wide portrai

"JOSEPHS?" The receptionist asks as she looks down on a clipboard. The duo indicates and the tiny lady smiles, "Okay, I'll be assigning different student tour guides to both of you, since your dorms are different..." She trails off. She shrugs apologetically, "We tried all we could do!" Olaedo musters the fakest smile in her pocket and flashes it at the receptionist, "No, it's fine..." Zoba frowns and looks at her sister, "Are you sure?" "Yeah, besides, it's not like we have a choice."  Zoba pouts as she leans further into the chair. They are both seated in the mini-lodge beside the reception. It took a while before two female students on uniform walks into the reception. "Josephs, your tour guides are here! They'll help you get settled in, your bags are already moved to your respective rooms. Here, these are your dorm cards," she hands

THE NEXT DAY BEING SATURDAY, after their breakfast, Olaedo set out in search of her lost rib. A library. Cue choir harmonizers. It's been two days since the duo got admitted into a physical live-breathing school and within the spam of this days, Olaedo hasn't gotten a hand on anything with a Chapter 1... whether hardcopy or digital. She's surely losing her touch. Olaedo's knee bobbed sporadically as she plugged in her iPad into its charger. Tonight, for her, will be her intimate night with all her reading apps. The next stage is actually knowing where the library is. Olaedo gulps and notices that two of her roommates are asleep. "Um... Cynthia?" Cynthia looks up, surprised. Her eyes widened as she sits up slowly. "Yes?" 

"What's he saying?" Lydia leans in close as she whispers to Olaedo. They are currently in Advanced Government class and Olaedo is not impressed at all. The same can be said for Lydia. It seems like the Advanced Government is too advanced for the teacher. "If I tell you I understand, I lie." Olaedo shakes her head with a grimace. Olaedo begins to rethink her choice of sitting in the third row of seats. "Egypt didn't get their independence in 1924," Olaedo retorts accusingly. "It was in 1922 though it was partial..." Lydia shakes her head as she bumps her shoulder against Olaedo's. The remaining 30 minutes of the 45 minutes class ran too slow. The teacher kept spewing unverified historical facts. He had an habit of dodging questions and cutting off his explanations short. "I think I lost a few brain cells." Lydia declares as they step out o