Never in a million years would I have thought I'd be happy to hear that name. Cynthia Duke. I hated her in secondary school and I can bet my fees for the next three years that the feeling was mutual. She was my competition,the one my parents always compared me to. The rivalry between our parents was passed on to us and it didn't help that she was better than me at almost everything.

And then her birthday. Who in Emerald high didn't know Cynthia Duke's birthday? Almost everyone -myself included- looked forward to that day because it was one of the days in the year we ate like royals. Her parents always made sure to show their wealth by providing food for all the boarding students and in those moments,I forgot she was my enemy. Don't judge me. Who says no to good food?

But was my love for food that strong that I still attended her birthday parties even after school? Or worse still,had we become friends? My head began to ache and I struggled with myself not to reveal the truth to Jane and Mave. How was I going to cope till I got my memory back when I felt like I was living someone else's life?

"Rima!" Jane shook my arm violently. "what are you thinking? It's not so hard to explain or are you thinking of an excuse? Because that won't work." She released her hold on me and went back to picking up the clothes from the floor. "Cynthia was very disappointed."

"And we were worried." Mave added.

I took in a deep breath and, "I don't even know where to start I don't know how I got into the classroom really I just woke up with a bad headache and I couldn't remember a thing it sounds weird but I swear it's true." Then I exhaled.

They both stared at me as though I'd grown two heads.

"So you just magically appeared in the classroom with a bad headache" Jane rolled her eyes at me. "that's the lamest excuse I've heard this year."

"I'm with her on that. I mean, I expected you to be creative with all the novels you read everyday." Mave sighed and walked into the kitchen.

" I'm se-. Forget it." No one was paying attention to me anyways.

Now if only I could talk to Cynthia. And tell her what exactly? If I couldn't trust these two, how could I trust someone that's been my enemy ever since I knew her? But I needed more info. I needed to talk to someone. My phone!!! Why didn't I think of that earlier?

"Has any of you seen my phone?" I crossed my crossed my fingers hoping they'd answer.

Surprisingly, Jane walked to her bag and brought out a gold tecno phone and handed it to me. "Fifty two missed calls. Sort yourself out."

I use tecno now? I was an infinix person. Oh well. I muttered a thank you and took the phone from her hands. Luckily, it had fingerprint lock. I wonder how I would've explained I also forgot my password.

I actually had fifty two missed calls. Fifteen from 'mummy dearest', two from 'DAD', five from 'stranger danger' but the one that caught my attention was the one missed call from 'LOML❤️'. A boyfriend?

With shaky hands,I swiped over to Whatsapp. If I thought the calls were much, the messages were more. I don't remember anytime I had over twenty unread messages but now,there were two hundred and thirty seven unread messages. Who was going to reply all that? Me? Pfft. Luckily, I had just two pinned chats: 'ode' and 'loml❤️'

I opened the one from the mystery boyfriend. It had just one message.

You can't run forever.

Every other chat had somehow been deleted. And now I didn't have any idea what he was talking about. I immediately sent him a reply and clicked on his profile. Nothing. There was no photo,no descriptions. How was I going to know him? I could just walk past him on the street or I could see him kissing another girl and go 'awww'. Imagine cooing at your cheating boyfriend. Eww.

I was about dropping my phone when my eyes strayed to the profile picture of the second pinned chat. Me. It was a picture of me in a green off shoulder dress, smiling at the sun. I quickly opened the chat only to find the annoying 'this message has been deleted'. Only one message was left and it was from me.

She knows

Who knows? Knows what?

On one hand, I had a boyfriend that sounded like a creep and on the other hand this.

Something brushed my shoulders and I shivered, dropping my phone.

"Why do you look like you've seen a ghost?" Mave frowned at me and bent to pick my phone. It was her stupid neon locs that had scared me.

"Um, it's nothing. Thank you" I took the phone from her.

"Are you okay? Indomie is ready sha if it's hunger that's doing you like this."

"I'm fine." I studied the broken screen and sighed. It's only been a day and I felt like I was going to break down along with my phone screen if a miracle didn't happen.