All Chapters of Pantie Rules: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

23 Chapters

11 | Caught

"It's weird that Mr. Folarin would give us algebra as incomprehensible as this.""Okay, stay there now, don't do it." She ignored him as she flicked through the channels with the remote control clasped in her

Last Updated : 2020-10-06

12 | Like A Bee To Nectar

Igbo? How could this boy that looked like an Angolan or Kenyan or Ghanaian or Malian(not Marlian) be Igbo?!Impossi-can't! Chizutere? I was expecting something like; Miguel or Travis or Andreas or Derrick or Maputo or Gertrude or Madiba(No, he doesn't deserve Nelson Mandela's honorary name), or something un-Nigerian, something exotic and foreign, but voilà, a Nigerian name! - Igbo for that matter - for such a beautiful beast as this! God, sure is wonderful!So many Nigerian people think English or foreign names are the best and beautiful for their children, but I think originality is the real beauty. I must say, I was impressed and I let my curiosity take the best of me. "Sorry, what's your full name?" "My full name?" His eyebrows

Last Updated : 2020-10-06

13 | And A News!

I arrived the hostel room all wet and shivering, desperately in need of warm clothes but my unsettled demeanor didn't seem to bother Lewechi and I noticed the burst of excitement in her voice when she ran from her bed. She almost did not take note of the wetness of my body as her larynx almost perforated my ear drums with witch-like shrieks! Trust me when I say; this girl is a witch!"There's going to be an excursion!" She danced around, flashing her really white teeth in my eyes. I literally winced. We had excursions to different places every year and she wasn't always this excited about them. Why was this one any different? Why was she all jumpy jumpy? There had to be something more."When is that?" I said, ridding my body of the wet clothes, standing only in bra and pantie which I'd remove soon."I don't know. The date's not

Last Updated : 2020-10-06

14 | Stranger Things

"You're kidding me right?" I spread my eyes open.I was sore disappointed, but I had to put up with it and act like I was excited about the whole ordeal if I didn't want any malice for maybe at least a week and two months. And maybe I widened my eyes too much in pseudo-surprise because they were stinging and moistening up already, but my dear Lewechi hadn't noticed."It's true!" She said, twice as excited that she had gotten some emotion out of me. "The wall is nine feet high." She winked.Okay. First things first.Just in case you didn't understand 'the wall is nine feet high', girls and guys of Saint Maria have conquered the School's twelve feet wall. Professional wall jumpers are what they are, and now nine is just child's play(until one of them dies).I don't think I'm ready to wear black shades on a black gown, the l

Last Updated : 2020-10-24

15 | A Day Of Snorts

It was a Saturday!The day of possibilities. Alright, actually every day is a day of possibilities, but Saturday's the day of sleep-ery possibilities. If you're a human, you'd know why I say that there's something about Saturdays that makes me want to lie down in bed and remain curled up for right about the whole day!But unfortunately, for me (I don't know why I'm always unfortunate), there's an intensive cleaning shenanigan on SAT. Just in case you didn't know, I call my bad Saturdays SAT, because it sounds more like "SAD". Saturdays mornings are usually for hard work. We call it 'labour'. I'm a senior, so we do the less strenuous work - and by less strenuous, I mean; washing a toilet with faeces stacked like a feast of brown sausages in the water closet, to the brim, or better still to burn the hostel garbage that smells of a collection of dead bus

Last Updated : 2020-10-24

16 | Mission Unspotted

Mission: Get your naked body to your room, unspotted.Undertaker: Agent Tara BanksSituation: NakednessNature of Situaton: Seductively exposedParticular Organs of Situation: CLASSIFIEDAt this moment, the thought of sharing a fence with the boys was really horrifying considering the fact that I was as bare as the day I was born, except that...never mind. Let's just get out of here.I crossed my hands over my breasts, very important! Then I looked left, right, left, right, inhaled and in a dash I was out. Tiptoeing more quickly now, I was in the wide open space splashed with eternally damnable sunlight.Then I heard giggles behind me. I didn't need to turn at the moment. I really wished I had a third hand to cover my butt crack or my butt i

Last Updated : 2020-10-24

17 | Suspicion

Sunday was great!Just in case you didn't know, Sundays are my best days. The sun shines brighter. I wake up earlier.The birds sing louder.I hallow the the Psalms and hymnals that so grace my ears with their ever fragrant melodies(oh, Lord! I sound so poetic now)Agnes was a part of the choir and she sings so well, you'd practically wake up from any sleep. Meanwhile, Jamila was in the choir too, she sings so well you'd trade your ears for poop — if you know what I'm saying. I cherish the moments of the holy communion. Or shall I tell you about my best moments when the catholic priests tell us to flee youthful lusts and sexual sins, and be holy. While he says these, deep down in my heart, I'm numbering those girls who've lost their virginities: Sally, Chimego, Aderonke, Justina, Mercy, Efemena,

Last Updated : 2020-10-24

18 | Turning Point

It was a Monday, and Mondays were days of Government. I mean the course, Government. How neocolonialism was subtly practiced in Africa, and even Nigeria! You know, I've always Imagined I could squeeze those raving colonialists by their necks, bring their noses to mine, look them in the face, blink twice and scream into their throats: "I love you from the bottomless pit of my heart!" I'm sure It'll echo down there, through their whole being. That should scare one away. One day. One day I would do that.It was not until our Government class was over that I noticed that Martin was around! Wow! He looked really cute and less chubby this time. His sickness had sure made him look more attractive, and what was he doing in 'Block 19'? This block had only halls of computers for students' use with free WiFi, but it was hardly used, and usually empty. Probably because it had once been out of ban from students because it was being abused; u

Last Updated : 2020-10-24

19 | Back To The Beginning

I was rushed to the hospital... I mean, I wasn't rushed to the hospital. I more like, rushed someone to the hospital-in every sense of the word. I had rescued a girl from dying today, but I didn't feel like a superhero; I felt miserable.She had stabbed herself in the belly. The belly of all places, and I was horrified. I hadn't even settled down considering the fact it was two weeks into resumption and I had officially called my sweet holiday to an abrupt end.I found her in a bushy path a few metres away from the hostel, ask me what I came there to do there and you'd get practically blown off that I could do such a thing.Okay, so, as shameful as it may seem. I came there to ease myself.Don't blame me, I've never been the easing-myself-on-the-road kinda person. Ew(now this sounds fake) But there come times in your life when being proper wouldn't save you. I mean, my bladder was bound to

Last Updated : 2020-10-24

20 | Beliefs, Thoughts And Philosophy

"Cancer is not who I am." She steadied her gaze on me. "Cancer is just a part of my life o." I quickly turned away in embarrassment as my hobby for the past seven days had been to stare-stare at her. Stare at the girl that had cancer like she was some new state of the art facility. I compulsorily glanced back."I'm sorry. I'm really sorry. I was just... meditating."I had been lost in thought staring at her on her top bunk while trying to come to terms with the fact that coincidentally she was my new roommate and much more coincidentally, that the girl 'I had saved'- as the doctor had put it when I was leaving the hospital a week ago-was my roommate too!Alright, this doesn't add up!"No problem o, Mister Lukumon."

Last Updated : 2020-10-24

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