All Chapters of Just Do It: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

 I woke the next morning to heavy knocks on my door. I knew who it was and with the decision of not letting his face be the first thing I see in the morning, I rearranged my pillow and lay more comfortably but the mammal was determined and I didn’t want my mom coming down on me about being inhospitable.‘What?’ I said as I swung the door open.‘You should brush before leaving your room’.‘I’m in my room, genius’. He smirked, unfazed by my hostility.I watched him take a peek at my room.‘What, no motivational quotes?’‘I keep them under my pillow so they can diffuse into my brain’.He chuckled.‘Ah. So that’s how you do it, not that much of a mystery after all’. He took another glance at the room.‘Why am I not surprised your igloo is void of life?’ He began walkin

The second week of my short break was spent in the safe confinement of my room. Marcel was usually down the hall doing whatever it is secondary school demigods do at home. I’d hear him leave sometimes to go for a walk, Ekpe said he had made some friends around. Christopher Lawal came around a couple more times during which I would plug in my earphones and listen to the songs Rasheed had saved in the IPod. I did miss him but we spoke on the phone sometimes, he was usually busy during the day helping his aunt out at the cyber café. There had been no more excursions for myself and Marcel but somehow we figured out a way to exist in the same space without causing an earthquake. I spent a good part of the week with Abike at the hospital until she was discharged.Her mom being her mom wasn’t comfortable with her resuming school until her wound was completely healed so I was resuming alone but that didn’t mean I was free of the

"What do you see when you dream?"As random as the question was, those were the kind of things Sir. Dominic was fond of asking. He sat across the table, calmly scrutinizing me. "I don't dream".The expression that crossed his face was one I knew too well, I hardly got it but I'd always recognize it. Pity. "You don't dream or you don't remember when you wake?"I shook my head. "I don't dream. When I close my eyes to sleep, it's dark till I wake".He continued his scrutiny of my face. "Has it always been like this?""No but I can't remember the last time I had a dream, maybe while I was still at Alade's house. I hear voices when I sleep but I don't see anything"."What do they say?""I don't know". His eyes told me he knew I was lying but the truth wasn't something I was ready to give. He wrote something down on his notebook. "You are a light sleeper?

Things were a little too different for comfort. The mock examinations had began and while we were all stressed, I felt I had more causants than most. For one, my friends and I never studied together as we'd normally do. Our room was filled with a slight tension that only only intensified when we were silent and trying to concentrate. Vivian studied with Tolu, the talkative because she didn't trust herself to remain quiet and not address things between us which wasn't a bad idea, fuelling misunderstandings wouldn't have been good at the moment. Abike ignored everything, she could've been immune to the awkwardness because she had so much class work to catch up on and practicals to learn. Henrietta was basically a ghost, to me at least, she was only in the room when she needed to be and disappeared whenever I decided to study there. Rasheed was my go-to study partner but studying together had become hard sin

It was the longest holidays in history, tortuously so but at least Marcel swept the living room every morning, one more reason for my mom to further adore him. I had a lot of free time but not a lot to do unlike Marcel who seemed to be busy all the time. He joined the other boys in the neighborhood to play soccer almost every evening and when he wasn't out with Chris, he was in his room, painting, I realized. Kunle's was letting him have his space so the house was usually free of guarded screams. Abike was finally well enough to visit according to her mother and I was always grateful for her goofiness, she was even getting along with Marcel. I didn't exactly miss school, of course I missed the constant activity but I didn't miss the bells and assignments. I missed my friends, even as we spoke on the phone regularly, it wasn't the same. We had left the tension undissolved and it was making our distance seem farther.