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I always loved action movies.

Something about the fights and the violence allowed some adrenaline run through my veins and excited me. I had never been involved in a fight before, I'd never aggressively punched someone unless it were a joke and I'd never taken a punch either.

I was shoved.

That's right. While I was still looking for nice ways to tell Joseph to nicely take his hand off my shoulder, I was harshly shoved forward. This time, Joseph didn't catch me and I didn't crash into the ground, because this time, I caught myself.

It wasn't seconds after the shove that Maureen's  once adorable screams filled the air and almost deafened me. I'm being overly dramatic. "Why are you such a whore?" My brows furrowed. "You just keep throwing yourself onto my boyfriend!" My nose flared.  "I know Daniel is ugly but it serves you right for choosing him over our friendship!" My fist clenched. "No wonder your mother called you a slut!"

In seconds we were on the ground. Not to worry guys, I didn't tackle her. She tackled me. Maureen slammed her fists into the sides of my head, while I held her wrist, reducing the force of the hits.

Then she was pulled off me. My mind was everywhere. I was confused, I was in pain and most of all, I was filled with rage.  So I attacked her and whoever was holding her. Once again, the ground was our friend.

I tugged on her hair with both hands while straddling her. That adrenaline rush that I always loved was here and it hit ten times better. I found myself panting, as this times I was being pulled off her.

We were both being held back and for a second we locked eyes, then we started struggling. I tugged, smacked and kicked but they just wouldn't let go. What I saw was rage.

I had forgetten all my morals, I had forgotten where I was. You see, I'd let my anger get the best of me and I couldn't stop. I couldn't think because I didn't want to. I had let the rage take control and he didn't want to give it back.

Our chests were rising and falling at rapid paces and  I noticed scratches on her face. As I took in deep breaths, my growls and snarls slowly stopped. My hands fell to my sides lifelessly and I calmed down.

My heart was still beating. I was still angry as hell. But my body was tired, the adrenaline rush was over and now I realized that was the most exercise I'd convinced my body to do and now it had shut down. I was done.

"You are coming home at this time Kolupo! And you expect me to believe you were at Maureen's house since!" My bottom lip wabbled as my eyes filled with tears, each drop dancing at the edge of my bottom lashes, praying for me to blink.

I quickly wiped them away. My mother would be even more infuriated at the fact that I cried without her hitting me.  "Now tell me the truth. Where did you go?" I shook my head repeatedly. "You cannot talk."

My building sobs had closed up my larynx and I couldn't utter a word, which aided in fueling her rage. "If you do not answer me right now, I will flog you till you can't walk again." My eyes widened and I swallowed the lump in my throat.

"I wa-as at Mau..Maureen's house. I- I didn't go Anywhere ma." My mother looked me over repeatedly, a frown permanent on her lips. "And you're still lying. I know you follow boys. Olosho."

The sob slipped. And then one after the other they escaped the box of a body they were trapped in and the tears took it as their chance to fall. "Why are you crying?! Because I've said the truth Abi!" I pressed my palms to my face as my body racked with sobs. I kept wiping and they kept falling, it was an endless cycle.

"Ashewo!" I sobbed harder. Her words hurt way more than any beating could. "Idiot of a child." She hissed one last time before retreating to her room. My legs moved on their own accord, backing me into the nearest wall. I slid down to my feet and sobbed and sobbed and sobbed until my tears stopped coming.

My mother had never said these kind of things before. What had I done this time to make it this bad? Why did she hate me so much? I am not a prostitute. I am not a whore. I am not an Olosho. I am not Ashewo. No. No. No.

"No. You two won't talk?" My eyes remained fixated on the plant pot infront of the office. I liked the pink on the flowers, It really made the yellow pop. "-Undisciplined. Shameless. Stupid individuals. Having the guts to cause a scene in my school.  On My grounds. And you can't open your gutter looking mouths to tell me why? Unbelievable!"

We were brought here minutes after our fight and the first thing we were asked, was why? Sadly none of us could explain that it was all because of a boy, as that would lead to bigger, scarier problems. So once again, I kept my eyes on the plant and made sure my raised arms wouldn't fall. If I didn't think about it, it wouldn't hurt.

The commandants office was always lurking with nuisances all the time. Each batch or person serving one punishment or the other, ranging from pick pin to hanging to washing walls to window cleaning. I had earlier been thinking of what punishment we would serve but so far we were kneeling down with our hands raised 'Straight as A Thermometer' as they'd say.

"If you decide not to speak, your parents would make you speak when they receive your letter of suspension. You take me as a clown, I'll make a joke out of you." This man can talk. Was the first thought to make it's way into my mind, followed by Suspension?!?

How could I get suspended? My father would pour out all his anger on me and then he'd whoop me in absence of my mother. "Wait sir!" My eyes finally left the plant and made their way to Maureen's face.

She locked eyes with me briefly before going back to the devil. "Our reason for fighting makes no sense sir. So we'd rather keep it to ourselves. Sir." I arched an eyebrow. What the hell was she doing. If Maureen confessed, we'd get into a whole lot of trouble. Was she always this much of a wimp?

"And why should that matter to me. I asked you a question and I expect an answer, no matter how childish or foolish the reason was." Maureen and I swallowed simultaneously. How were we to get out of this shit now?

If we lied. That's be a sin. But it might get is out of this. Just might. And if we told the truth, we'd have clear conciences and would be in a whole lot of trouble. There was no safe way out. So, I took in a deep breath, I was going to do what my mind told me to do, and let it out.

I convinced my mind that what I was about to say was my final decision because I had no idea what I was going to say. What ever came out would decide our faith. It was up to me. Morals and values or lies and deceit. Jeez, my words made it sound so serious.

"Sir-"

"I thought she stole my note!" My head whipped to look at the dumb child, my face contoured with shock. What was she doing now? "Sir, it was very stupid and on our way here, we settled it all sir."

I think Maureen assumed that lie would get us out of everything. Maybe he'd pity us? Send us off, tell us to never do it again. Who knows what she was thinking, but that didn't matter because our commandant was a special man and right after Maureen's lie, our parents were called. No that wasn't the end. Not that easy, no. We were assigned buckets and sponges and were made to scrub the walls. Oh the joys of attending a military school.

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Here are two beautiful chapters as a treat for reading my book. I'm just in a good mood and the next chapters,  yes plural, are already being written. 😊. By then we'll know the featured face of Kolupo Davis. 😁

Guys, this is quite important to me but could you please comment some more.. I dunno, I just feel like you guys aren't enjoying it enough to voice our your opinions, that's just what I think 😅.

**Picture Of Navy Gate, This is not the school gate**