THE ONE WHO SLEEP WITH TEACHERS.

DAPHNE MCANDREW'S STORY

BEFORE THE MURDER - SS1- SS2.

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The top was not lonely.

The top was fucking wonderful. It was glorious, it was superb. The top was everything Daphne ever wanted.

So she tried her best to get to the top. She did.

Daphne knew she would not have trouble fitting into the dynamics at Honours Prep. She had everything it took. At Scotland, no matter how fair she was, she was a Black girl. She was always getting bullied for her kinky curls, for her fat thighs, for just being black in general. She had hated herself, had even tried to kill herself once when an old white woman had asked her "what are you?" at a store. It was then her father decided to give her The Talk.

Her father told her that in Nigeria, people loved girls like her. Her fair skin was held in high esteem, her hair, kinky as it was with bold blond streaks in it, would be have people fawning over her. Then her amahhhhzing body? Boys would literally die over it. Did she not know that boys in Nigeria valued her body type, not necessarily fat but endowed in the right places? Boys in Nigeria hated the oyinbos broomstick like bodies, sorry to say, her father said. People would loooooooove her, he added.

So Daphne became obsessed with Nigeria the way children became obsessed with things they just discovered. She saw the Nollywood movies, the writeups and she even saw that mixed Blacks were privileged in the white man's land. She was ecstatic.

The ecstasy did not last for long because the white boys did not fawn over her, they rather looked at her with disgust. People still asked her what she was mixed with or if she was Columbian. She was tired of telling some white person that she was Nigerian and them telling her, excitedly, that their cleaner was from Sudan. All in all, Daphne was tired of white people, especially her mother.

She told her father this and how much she would like to visit Nigeria but her father did not even want to hear it. She despised him for some time because how could he not understand that she wanted to be the highest on the room, that she wanted the privilege the white man had for once in her life? Only Nigeria would give her that, she would always be inferior in Scotland. She was sick of everything, she told her dad, even her mother. He tried to dissuade her from that notion but her resentment for her mom multiplied.

The resentment for her mother that had been stewing inside of her finally came crashing down one afternoon when her mother had invited the new Black family that had just moved in for dinner.

Daphne could not hear what they were talking about very well but she was sure it was about the Black man that had been killed by a white cop not too long ago. The teen daughter was spiteful, angry and Daphne's mother was amused to say the least and by her words, it was clear that she did not give a shit about the innocent Black man that had been murdered. She cared, however, about the white cop whose life had been destroyed by the "ruthless man." One hour later, full of tension and heated arguments, the teenage daughter of the other family had leaned over the table and pointed her finger at Daphne's mother saying, "You're a racist pig! You're so fucking racist. Bitch!"

Daphne's mother stood up almost immediately, her face flush because she had drank too much wine, "You're fucking delusional! I have a fucking Black husband, he's even African and I've got a Black kid and I like her! How can I be racist?"

The teenage girl who must have stood up too at one point stared at her in horror. She looked over to Daphne's dad, who hung his head low in shame, and then over to her and she shook her head at her in sympathy because, yes, Daphne's mother was a racist pig.

When the Black neighbours left, Daphne joined her father in the living room because he had refused to join his wife in bed. She sat next to him and told him her next words softly.

"I want Nigeria. I want to go there."

He did not argue this time.

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Daphne practiced her Nigerian accent for only two weeks before she got the hang of it. She loved pidgin, loved the way it rolled out of her tongue. She said words like "how you dey?" "This guy, abegggg" even asking the house girl that "you dey craze?" when she threw away her favourite t-shirt. She felt really good about herself that day.

On the way to Honours Prep on her first day, she was supposed to be nervous but all she felt was a heady power flowing through her. She knew the students at Honours Prep would not be different from the people she met in her Aunt's estate. They had practically begged her for a photograph like she was Zendaya or something, they asked her about her skin and hair routine and when she told them she had none, they had gasped and called her a liar in that playful, sort of envious way.

Why should students at Honours Prep be different?

They were though, she saw this as soon as she walked the hallways. No one spared her more than a glance of curiousity. They all acted like she was a normal person, like they saw mixed people every day of their lives. Daphne was bummed.

She was not deterred though and when she entered her class, SS1art, she pulled her lips into the brightest smile when she saw her very, very handsome teacher. Mr Nnanna was his name.

He was taken by her, she knew from the way his jaw dropped slightly when he took in her face. For the very first time, she was flattered by a man's attention. Black boys that she met were either too intimidated by her or they thought she was awkward and the only people ever interested in her were decaying old white men. It was traumatizing.

So when she saw Mr Nnanna stealing glances at her while teaching, Mr Nnanna with his pink pouty lips and dark wavy hair, she fought the blush that came up her cheek. He saw it anyways and winked softly at her. She knew, right then and there, that something would happen between them. And she couldn't forget that she had trouble with mathematics, it would be like killing two birds with one stone. She could not hate.

**

Daphne McAndrew could kill Jumoke Adegoke.

No matter how much she hated her mother, she knew she had her viciousness and all she needed was a fucking pillow and some alone time with Jumoke. Maybe even a knife. Daphne loved messy things.

She had spent only a month in Honours Prep but she fit in perfectly. She knew about all what the students did in private; the drugs, the sex, closeted lesbians and gays, even the killings and she loved it all. This was where she belonged. In this place, she would be able to show her true potential, her true power, she just needed to get to the top. She just needed to get rid of Jumoke Adegoke. And maybe even Faith Okafor.

Jumoke was like her, a mixed girl, but the sunburns on her face and her unwavering accent, showed that she had lived in Nigeria all her life. She was perfect in that area, and Daphne despised her. The same way Jumoke despised Daphne because it seemed like everything was working for her. Even Maths. Thanks to Mr Nnanna.

Mr Nnanna was not just someone Daphne used to get good grades, she actually liked him. He was cruel, both in his opinions and in bed. Daphne could not get enough of him, she thought she bounced into his office.

She opened the door and a cry almost left her lips by what she saw. Mr Nnanna was lying on his table and some boy was giving him a blow job.

Daphne was shocked and then.... irritated. It was not the fact that it was a boy giving Mr Nnanna the blow job (she lived in Scotland, one of her acquaintances had two moms), it was the fact that he was receiving a blow job at all. She was jealous. She had thought that Mr Nnanna was hers. How stupid she had been.

"What is this?" She asked, leaning on the door but not closing it fully in case Mr Nnanna meant to hurt her. He could.

Mr Nnanna sat up on his desk, a small smile on his face, and when the boy turned she was surprised to know that she was not in the least bit surprised.

Tishe Adams. She had known that he was at least bisexual.

Fucker stole her man.

But then he too smiled and he said in a low voice, "Wanna join?"

To say she was flabbergasted would be an understatement, she was shook to her core! She opened her mouth to say a big Fuck You but the words got stuck somewhere in her throat. It was stupid to think of Mr Nnanna was hers really. The man was sleeping with her to give her good grades, what did she expect? If she stopped, her math grades would come out with crawling colours. And Daphne wanted to deny it but the sight of those two men were slightly erotic, she had a feeling that it would not be so bad.

She gave her smile and walked over to them, already taking off her school shirt. She forgot in all her excitement that she had not closed the door all the way.

Jumoke watched everything from the little peep that had been made and she made sure to record everything too. Daphne's path to the top was erased. Cleared. Destroyed.

Daphne McAndrew did not forget. She was her mother's daughter after all. She made up her mind. She would kill Jumoke slowly, methodically, painfully. She would plan it well but she would do it. Jumoke had to go. And Tishe would help her.

A/N:

This just took me longer to write because I couldn't figure out Daphne's thoughts. They were just all over the place.

Normal characters<<<<. Psychotic characters>>>>>

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