Chapter six

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FLASHBACK.

"So you are telling me that you decided to throw your new phone away because, your mom wouldn't drive you to school?" Jane asks me in class.

"Yeah. The look on her face was priceless." I reply feeling  really proud of myself for my  drama this morning.

"I wish I was th... Ohhh my gosh," Jane squeals and grips my arms tightly.

"Girl . Wetin dey sup you?" (Means . Girl what is your problem.).I ask her swatting her hands away.

"See fine boy." She said licking her lips. 

I turn to see who she was talking about. Gosh. Dammmmn. Holy shit. That is one hot Nigerian boy.

"What is his name?" She drools over me.

"I don't know. I think he never told me his name since we haven't met." I reply her sarcastically.

"I'll go and ask him."  I stand up, but I'm quickly dragged back into my seat.

"Ode," (fool). "Why would you want to go and ask him. Are you dumb?" Jane hisses venomously into my ear.

"It is just his name that I want to go and ask. "I tell her.

"Jesus christ.  What kind of girl are you. Are you sure you are straight? What kind of sane thinking girl would want to go and ask a hot boy for his name? That is too straight forward and guys consider it annoying. "She lectures and by now the boy has taken a seat at the right end of the class.

I don't think of what Jane said. I stand up and walk to the guy's seat.

"Hi. What's your name?" I ask him and he looks at me amused.

"George.  What about you?" He says in a not too deep voice.

"I'm Modesola.  But call me Sam." I tell him and wink. He smiles  and  brings out a pencil.

"So. How are you liking our school so far?" I ask him sitting on his  table .

"I have not seen anything to like or hate about it." He replies looking at me with keen interest.

"Why is that girl staring at you like you are some alien or so?" He asks and I look to find Jane staring at me.

"That is Jane. My bestie. "I tell him giving him my signature smile, that is showing him all my perfect thirty two tooth. Wait . Is it thirty two or forty two? My subconscious asks.

Eh. I shrug .

Back to your hot friend. She says and I quickly shoo her away before she poisons me.

"You look familiar.  Are you Maria Jones  daughter?" He asks and I nod.

If he wants to ask for an autograph  he may as well fuck off.

Sometimes . I feel  like the only reason  I exist is because my mom is Maria Jones.  The sensational singer and owner of M'shoes worldwide . Its frustrating .

"Oh." He says and I'm confused.

"So you are not going to ask for an autograph or something? "I say before I think and he is looking at me with sorry eyes.

"I'm different.  I promise. "He says and that sends a spark through me like lightening or thunder or lightening and thunder at the same time.

"I'm sorry about your dad." He says softly almost like a whisper.

The Internet  had been buzzing with news of popular Maria Jones husband dead. It was one of the biggest losses in my life and  I feel like a part of me is gone with that man.  Even though,  he lived in new York, where his family was. I loved him more than my mother. He was far but felt so close.  My mother is close , but she feels ... far.  No one cared I felt when my dad died. It was always  "how's your mom fairing?" ,"Is your mom better?" , "It must be really hard for her. " , "That poor woman. ".

No one seemed to remember he had a daugher.  Even Jane,but I didn't tell her how I felt. She never understands. My mom is the only child.  My dad has two sisters. Aunt Sara always sends her love,but no comforting words. She was always curt and simple, the woman whose children grew up with the perfect role model . Thier house probably looking like every other on the block.

Aunt Marcy was always moving from one man to another. I heard she was a psychologist, but she can't control  her feelings.  She has this wild side that I loved . She always gave that spirit to keep working.  She made me understand that you may be short ,but the world could  see you as tall because of your works. She put the wild in wild.  If  you are with her, no how you will need to loosen up. She was the one who always asked . "You miss your dad right?","That man was a hero,you need to see the way he talks about you. ", "My Sam will be who she wants to be.",  she was the one who made me feel  like the true daughter of Harry Jones. No one had  ever sympathised   with me about my dad's  death except Aunt Marcy and now... him.

"So. Is it a tradition for people to stare in this school? "He wonders out loud cutting me from my thoughts . I chuckle.

"They  haven't  seen fine boy . That's why they are staring." I tell him and  he looks shocked to  hear me call him a fine boy.

"So . Sam . What do you like doing? "He asks and I swear if there was a mirror  in front me. I would have looked foolish to myself,because my eyes light up with happiness.

No one really knows what I like ,except my diary. Not even Jane . Jane is let me say the kindest gold digger and so fake, I kinda like her though.  She keeps me company most of the time.

"Sam!!There you are!!" She says as she walks towards me.

Speak of the devil.

" You are  needed in the staff room. "She grips my hand so tight and pulls me from the table and shoos me off the classroom.

I don' t bother to argue ,cause Jane likes all the attention and it triggers her to see another person  being the  centre of attention.

I go outside and stand beside the classroom door. I take a peek inside and I notice that George's smile has turned to a frown and  he is looking at his lap instead of Jane.  Jane is talking about  something and he raises his head just in time to see mine peeking through the door. I withdraw my head and I  let out a relieved breath. Thank goodness Jane didn't see me.

Not that I feared her or anything.  I just hate her daily drama and I do anything to avoid fights. I could get really dangerous in fighting.

"Hey." A voice startles me out of my thoughts and I jump backwards and fall on my face.

Who is that idiot?

"Aunty Samsung or whatever your stupid name is." I stand up and right there . It is the bitch of all time. Mariam.

"It's Sam. You know that and what do you want now?" I ask the ugly troll.

I don't know what I have collected from her,but she hates me and she doesn't bother to hide the fact. Maybe because my butt is far far bigger than her flat shaped body.

"I just came to warn you about my boyfriend." She says.

Boy what. Who wants to date this table cloth?

"Which boyfriend.  Is  it the one in your dream or the one that doesn't exist. Mumu(dullard ). "I insult her.

"Pele (sorry)"she says in the most sarcastic way." Let me tell you something. Gorge is mine." She finishes.

Omo (child). Was she trying to say George.  Jesus christ. This girl na (is an) original bastard .

"Whatever " I tell her and walk off.

Avoiding any trouble. Because if I start I'll not finish.

Little did I know that this was the beginning of something.

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