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"𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝒖𝒍𝒕𝒊𝒎𝒂𝒕𝒆 𝒎𝒆𝒂𝒔𝒖𝒓𝒆 𝒐𝒇 𝒂 𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒐𝒏 𝒊𝒔 𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒔 𝒊𝒏 𝒎𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒔 𝒐𝒇 𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒕 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒗𝒆𝒏𝒊𝒆𝒏𝒄𝒆, 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒔 𝒊𝒏 𝒕𝒊𝒎𝒆𝒔 𝒐𝒇 𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒆𝒏𝒈𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒕𝒓𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒚." - 𝑴𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒊𝒏 𝑳𝒖𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝑲𝒊𝒏𝒈, 𝑱𝒓.

He was standing at the beach with his wet
Shorts hanging low around his waist. His chest was hairy, marking a thick hairy line from in between his chest width to his v shape.

He turned to look at me. That was when I saw his dread locks dripping with sea water.

His face so dark that I saw him as a silhouette. I couldn't see his face because the sun was blocking my view and made it hard to focus.

Then he started walking towards me. I brought my hand to adjust the brightness of the sun to see. Suddenly, he turned around and left.

"Ah!" I screamed when I felt a heavyweight on me.

"Wake up and tell me about it. Ally." Alicia and her dramas.

It was my first time in Africa. I'm in bed dreaming of passionate boys I met in there. I'm so exhausted since we arrived at midnight. And she won't stop until I tell her about it.

"Okay. If I mention Africa, what comes to your mind licia." I rather asked her, knowing I would get a negative response.

"Well..." she sat in an Indian style on my bed. "If not, your post on Instagram, WhatsApp and Facebook, I would say a jungle with people in mud houses still cooking food on clayey pots. But your trip there proved me wrong." I know she was exaggerating.

"Hm. Well its similar to this place. Shopping malls, five-star hotels, nice beaches, culture and beautiful artworks. And I visited the historical sites. I cried that day. That reminds me."

I went into my luggage and removed an artwork.

"No way. Is that you? Omg, this is amazing. Who drew this? Da Vinci?" she exclaimed.

"Maybe black da Vinci. Well his name is Edem. That's his autograph over there.we exchanged paintings.he talked me into painting again. And I ended up painting him." her mouth was still hanging wide open.

"This is hot," I agreed.

"So how's your leg?" She asked after examining the painting.

"Better than before." I told her, stretching my leg up and down.

They pushed me in a pit when I tried to fight back bullies. I don't know why they bullied me because they were supposed to be my friends. I was still limping. So when I went to Africa for holidays, they did the traditional method because it wasn't healed enough. They tied my leg with sticks , applied herbs on it and covered it with a piece of linen. And it did the trick because I can stand on my feet again and walk without limping.

"Well, your dad said he would have to change your school again and if this one too doesn't work out, then boarding it is."

"Hell no! I'm not going to some fucking mystery psychotic boarding school. "I snapped.

"Chill sis you watch way too much horror movies"

We chatted some more. I went downstairs after I was done freshening up. Alicia had left to do something at home. I heard yelling downstairs. It was my mum and dad.

"She's not going to clover field high school." that was my dad.
What's he still doing here? He was supposed to be working since he came here before us. Well, my dad works in a law firm. Practically the CEO of liberal law firm.

"What do you mean she is not going to clover high school? That's the only school choice in my mind. She has gone to Jefferson private school, she nearly cracked her head and this one too, St. martins catholic too, look what happened." She retorted, throwing her hands up in the sky.

"Then I have a boarding school in mind. I will make the connections for her."

"I'm not letting my daughter get shipped to some boarding school faraway. She's- she's in senior year for Christ's sake and I wouldn't see her when she starts college." my mum burst in tears.

"Come here" my dad signalled her hugging her from the back. My mum and dad are so much in love.

"Honey."

"Hmm"

"Why don't you want her into go to clover field. Isn't it our alma matter?." my mum asked.
My dad was silent. He was about to speak but someone cleared their throats. It was my brother. Alan.

"Please get a room Ally is here" they turn to see me standing on the stairs. He makes feel like I'm 8.

"What did I tell you about eavesdropping?" I know it embarrassed her.

"I wasn't eavesdropping. You guys were yelling at each other. I think the neighbours will be here soon." I said with an eye roll, jumping down the last step.

"Okay this is it. Your mum and I have decided to send you to clover high-" before I can shout in joy, my brother interrupted.

"No dad! She's not going there. At least a boarding school would be fine."

"Why do you guys want to send me away?"

"We are not sending you away. We are protecting you, Alice." my brother said seriously.

"As if you were there to protect me when I broke my leg." I snapped.

"clover field high is dangerous, Alice. It's worse than your two former schools." he warned.

"Nothing I haven't felt before,"

"Jeez... you're so stubborn, Alice."

"Says the guy who..."

"Enough!" this time it was my dad. "it's okay both of you. Your mum and I have decided but there would be conditions,"

"Dad, you know I can't live without phone" I cried knowing where this is leading to.

"Sweetie, you will use your phone just fine but you tell us what goes on in your life. No parties, no visiting of friends unless they come here, and not boys." I sighed in relief.

"That wouldn't be a problem. I thought you would say; no wearing of black clothes, no phones and no more of mummi's cookies for life." the tension reduced with a chuckle.

"With a promise? "he brought his thumb

"Promise" I joined with mine.

Had I known?

A/N

I just thought it would be okay for me if you point out some mistakes and correct me.

Who wants to know about historical sites in Africa and the stories behind them?

Please don't be confused.
Italics- dreams or her thoughts