Recap :

Then in Jss3 I was assigned to sit at his front but still didn't talk to him. Then one day our English teacher who was too lazy to remember my name and always called me Mary asked the whole class a question which I was the only one who answered. He asked only me to sit and then Joseph spoke up, "Sir you asked Mary to sit, what about Joseph?"

The class burst into laughter but Mr Agidi couldn't relate so no one got into trouble. But I was blushing like a crazy goat and that was one of the times I'm grateful for being an African.

After the teacher left, Joseph started poking me from the back and we started talking. So that was how we started dating, he never really asked me out. But I loved him.

Love.

Loved!

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As days went by I began to see that I was wasting my time and that this stupid crush of mine was not going to take anywhere.

There's this other girl that River likes and it's obvious that they are dating, and as much as I hate to admit it, it stings.

Really stings.

Not only do I have to bear that he goes to her house and stays long there but they even had to show it in my presence too. Gosh, why don't I get lucky with boys. I'm starting to suspect that something might be wrong with me. If not me then my looks.

I made sure that the event of last week was captured and posted. When I was coming to the village, I planned it as an adventure trip and promised my siblings and best friends with pictures, and I'm fulfilling my promise just well.

Last week, I followed my Aunt to the farm to harvest cassava and I helped her in peeling and rinsing it. Then we went to grind it and put it in a sack and we squeezed it and allowed it to dry for like 48 hours. After then we fried it, trust me it was not an easy task. Life in the village is not easy—with my mom constantly nagging me about the chores that my mates are doing—but they eat well and I'm sure that I've added some pounds.

Today I just don't feel like doing anything thing, I just want to lie in my bed. Cliché right? But that's exactly what I'm feeling.

Actually, to be specific, I just want to sleep, go online, eat, go online, eat again and continue like that. But with my mom around, I don't think that can ever be possible.

And as if on cue my mom comes inside, "Juliet, don't you have any dirty clothes? I want to wash." Another thing about my mom, she doesn't allow another person to wash her clothes and she helps me wash mine too.

Sometimes.

I grunt internally. I'm thankful that I don't have to wash my clothes myself but right now, standing up is a huge problem for me. I just don't want to be bothered.

I get down from the bed and gathered my dirty clothes and put them where mom wants to wash. I sit down there and plug my earphone in my ear because it would be rude to go back inside while my mom washes my clothes.

As usual, I gain disapproving looks from people and some even stop to talk with mom but I didn't even bother about it since I can't even hear nor understand what they are saying. And God knows I can't be a good girl right now, because good girls help their mothers to wash.

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It's past 4,my mom had strolled to town since afternoon and it's already getting boring without her now that my phone's battery is on 13%.I heat the soup we made yesterday and wait for her to come back to decide what to eat.

When she comes back, she brought ingredients for rice and stew and I immediately resume the cooking. While cooking, we talk about home, my brother—I miss him, my friends—I've got a lot of gist for them, my dad and our dog.

We are going back this Saturday, school resumes next week Monday and I need to prepare, now that I'm going to be in SS3. We juniors, we think that SS3 is where we have it all, true we'll have juniors that will respect us and the teachers become less strict.

SS3 is always considered the badass class and looking up to our past seniors, they lived up to it. My friends and I have planned to buy a new uniform for the class and make it very fitted, in short, we planned to be stubborn and not take shit from anybody including teachers.

The thought of school brings back the thought of him. He hasn't tried to contact me, that son of a b—, he promised to call me but he hasn't.

I wonder how he is right now. The last picture that he posted on Instagram, he looked very handsome that I had to ask how a person can be so damn cute.

I've tried to stop thinking about him. I try so damn much to hate him, maybe that'll even stop me from thinking about him but the fool had to go and kiss me.

Damn.

I'm not not someone who forgets things easily but I don't remember every details of events either, but I remember every single detail of The kiss vividly, even though I was drunk.

I've never been kissed like that in my life, not that I've had many kissing experience or partners but at least I read novels and I know how exactly what a person feels when he kisses and believe me, I felt more than that.

I felt fireworks explode in my head. I still feel the kiss on my lips whenever I think about it, the tingling sensation still burning my lips and it leaves me a jumbled mess.

Closing my eyes, I take a deep breath. I really hope this SS3 turns out to be a drama free session.