It's been 2 years 3 months 1 week 12 hours 6 minutes and 12 now 13 seconds since I last saw this idiot. Okay, I might not have known how many hours or minutes but the others were accurate.

The last time I saw those bright eyes were on the last day of Jss2's third term. waving goodbye as I headed into my school bus while my friend took a bus home.

They had been a few occasions where I had heard of this fish being there but I never saw it, so I just assumed they were lies. "Did you think it'd be funny to go MIA cousballs (pronounced: cause-balls, from the word cousin)."

I swung my fist at the white-covered shoulder, giving a nice hit to my cousin. In all her glory stood Mercy Adonkie, the craziest, loudest, bipolar, rando sexual teen I was related to.

Her face twisted in a hurt look before she shrugged it off and hugged me. "I missed you puta," My arms tightened around her, she was so soft.

Finally letting go of me, I grabbed hold of her hand and pulled her towards the class. My class wasn't crowded with people, so it was easy to kidnap- I mean, borrow Mercy.

"So, what have I missed, it's been like what... 3 years?" I rolled my eyes at my stupid forgetful cousin and sat on her.

Mercy left 2 years ago, the last we saw of her was the last day of Jss2 3rd term. She waved goodbye as I was rushed out of the prison towards the bus.

My light-skinned relative was mischievous, funny, annoying, smart and an all-round idiot. She could be amazing, then a total pain but overall I loved her more than novels.

We walked over to my seat, I planted my blue-clothed ass on the brown wood, patting the space beside me and gesturing to Mercy. She instead sat on the table, crossing her legs. "So, how has this stupid school been, and has the attractive scale of the boys in this school increased or well... Didn't change."

I rolled my eyes at her, of course, all she wanted to know was about the boys. You see, Mercy Adonkie was absolutely amazing from her fresh light skin and perfect shape to her ability to pass almost every subject and still have time to read R-rated romance novels about hot werewolves.

I've known Mercy since we were first introduced as cousins and she told me she had a massive crush on my primary school best friend, Daniel. We clicked when she was put in the same class as me a few years after meeting, I guess crazy usually hang with crazy.

Mercy hissed, "The male species in our school will forever be Odonyo," There was a slight pause before we both chorused "Except Frankie." That led to a short laughing session before the stupid bell rained on our parade.

I let out a loud groan and thumped my head against my table. It was time for the Nigerian Language class. I always loathed this class because I couldn't understand or speak any of the 3 optional languages, so I was stuck in my least favourite, which was Yoruba.

Grabbing onto Mercy's wrist, I took hold of my note and steered us to Siri, which was where the class took place. I sat at my usual spot, which was the third seat from the board and made Mercy sit beside me, and last to complete our little seat was Love.

Love actually spoke the language, so she was an advantage when it came to taming Yoruba. "Which class is this one?" I sighed and replied to my cousin with a brave look on my face. "We are in the worse class of Tuesday, so get ready to die."

That's how I felt about Yoruba, it was hell to me. I was always so afraid of the mean teacher calling me up and asking me a question in the common language. Almost everyone here actually spoke the language and didn't like explaining it to others, so it was usually hard to understand.

I glanced at my still confused cousin and with a slight shake of the head, I leaned in and broke the news to her, "We are in the dreaded Yoruba class." It didn't take long for Mercy to understand and morph her face into an unpleasant frown.

She hissed lightly and pursed her lips, rolling her eyes at her silly thoughts. "Is the woman wicked?" I chuckled at her question while nodding my head, laughing more when Mercy let out an "Oooooo," sound before banging her head against the table.

It didn't take long for the teacher to walk in, her long wooden weapon in one hand, her brown muggy bag in the other. A common mean-looking frown decorated her face. She was the cliche Yoruba Teacher, the worse subject of them all.

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"That was hell! If I ever hear another person say se nnkan a se yin, I will slap the person shu shu pra pra." Mercy's ranting was getting more annoying by the second. "Ahhhhh, its not nnkan a se, it is nnkan o se, Mumu!"

She was interrupted by Love who as always was acting as she knew best, both Mercy and I hissed at the same time and then turned away simultaneously.

Seconds later we both busted into laughter, "Shebi we will tell her sorry later." Mercy just shrugged and looked elsewhere, busying herself with something else.

I looked back to Yoruba class, the whole time she whined about everything, writing, listening, even greeting. She was becoming a pain in the neck faster than I expected. And never again would I attend Yoruba class as long as I lived.

"Who is that?" My eyes snapped out the window, where everyone else was looking. I'd seen that face, I knew that smile. This guy was oddly familiar, I couldn't pinpoint who he was until I saw him smile.

Stereo Boy?