Prologue

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• Secrets Teens Keep   (2) Laura

  Friday- July 22, 201919:30Laura OyelowoThe strong smell of fried turkey with spice wafting the air of the house made my mouth water and anticipate on how best to eat the meal and shred the delicious turkey into pieces. I move side to side in excitement as the four residential maids walk in with gold ceramic bowls fit for royalty that contained my best food. Jollof Spaghetti.I was so ready to dive in without saying prayers for the hunger in me could no longer be controlled. But then, I pause after realizing everyone else on the table was glaring at each other. Not everyone. My father and older brother.I was so hungry that i spaced out for thirty minutes, thinking about food and missed the thrilling drama of the heated argument going on.Olumide Oyelowo’s egregious stare was something we were all used to. Like when a business deal had gone bad,

• Secrets Teens Keep   (1) Mabel

  Friday- July 22, 2019 14:00 Mabel XamaniI was hardly the type to get interested in baseless chitchat and gossip, especially when I had my face stuck in a book. My girlfriends were the complete opposite. My green, cat like eye drank in the story of Geoffrey Shafer's psychotic and deranged game of death, word for word. I was so engrossed with the stories and cruising in his mind that I ignored the milieu, losing track of time.I stopped reading and took off my Burberry round reading glasses to clean it with it’s soft wipes and placed it into the case.

• Secrets Teens Keep   Prologue

  Mabel.Our captivating story of how six of us came together despite our personal struggles to stay strong for a friend began at the stroke of midnight in the quiet luxury estate. We had one secret and we promised to keep it till death do us apart. We all have secrets but pray tell, how long can we keep them in the evil Pandora box? **Refusing a warm leather jacket that would have been very helpful was the biggest mistake of my life as the night zephyr brushed against my skin causing goosebumps to pop on my light skinned soft smooth arm like chicken skin.The crickets around gave a soothing sound that weirdly calmed me down and for a second I imagined I was back in my room, on my soft warm queen sized bed, creating fake scenarios in my pretty little head listening to my jam playlist.