I made an adjustment to the book. I changed Ann's name to Zara because I felt it would be confusing to have two characters with similar names. There's already Anita in this book. Ann is almost the same as Anita so...

Anyway, read on!

~kene~

"Okay, later." I say, waving goodbye to Rebecca.

"Small madam, good morning o." Mr Ade, the man that had brought me to this house in the first place greets cheerfully.

I pass him a smile as I return his greeting. We head to the car and he opens the back seat door for me, allowing me to get in. He enters after me into the driver's seat.

In case you're yet to figure, I'm on my way to Adamma's school, dressed in the same uniform I wore yesterday. Mr Ade revs the car's engine and at once the air conditioning comes on blasting on my face, reminding me of just how good life can be.

Once the car drives out of the compound, I try to busy myself with looking at the beautiful environment. It's so neat and quiet in comparison to where I grew up. Why didn't I grow here? What happened?

How did Adamma get to live here?

My thoughts continue to bug me until Mr Ade pulls up in a familiar driveway.

"Small madam, we don reach." He announces. Staring straight ahead, the first thing I see is the huge Goldberg Academy sign and as if on cue, the nervous flutters return to the pit of my stomach.

What am I doing? I'm not supposed to be here. I'm not supposed to be fooling around. I'm not supposed to be claiming Adamma's identity. I'm supposed to be confronting my parents and asking them what happened... Why I have an identical twin... Why my identical twin is a rich snub. I'm supposed to be asking Adamma why she's claiming my life!

"You no go come down?" Mr Ade asks, drawing me out of my thoughts.

"Oh...yeah I'm coming down."

It's only a matter of time. Very soon, I'd return home and sort this whole issue. For now, well...

I grab my things before opening the door. Once I step out, I jam gazes with Daniel.

He has on the wide smile I had already accustomed his face with. My heartbeat increases pace as my earlier thoughts turn to mush.

"Hey, I've been waiting for you." He says once I get to him.

"You have?" I nearly squeak out.

"Yeah, I wanted us to go into the school together." The British accent underlining every word he pronounces makes me just want to hug him tight. Nothing like how Anita speaks. That one is just annoying.

"Okay, let's go." I reply with what I'm sure is a goofy smile.

Lord, I'm an idiot.

A lucky idiot.

I giggle to myself at my thoughts.

"What's funny?" Daniel asks.

"Nothing." I reply. He smiles at me before placing his arm over my shoulder, leading us to the Senior block.

I feel my head burst with excitement at the contact. My smile grows wider. I didn't even know it could grow wider.

Man, I'm a goner, surely.

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"One, two, three, go!" I yell out in excitement and the others repeat the dance routine I taught them.

"What are you doing Zara? Jesus!" I double over in laughter as I watch Zara attempt to do the gwara gwara.

She nonetheless continues dancing, cracking up the rest of us.

I should probably explain the reason I'm in the Goldberg music studio, teaching a bunch of seniors dance routines.

Well...rewind, rewind....

"Mr. Thomas, excuse me, I would like to make an announcement." Mrs Evans, the class teacher had said, interrupting the very boring Literature class.

After the said Mr Thomas had granted her permission, she started to address us.

"As we all know, tomorrow is Valentine's day and the school is hosting a Valentine's day dance party...hold on... may I continue?" She asked after being interrupted by cheers and hoots from the students.

"So, where was I? Yes, the school would be hosting a dance party and the principal has said that interested students would be allowed to present a dance routine tomorrow. If you're interested, you're expected to be in the music studio at exactly 9:30am. Am I clear?" She asked.

"Yes ma." The students replied, sounding as giddy as I was feeling inside. I could participate right?

I'm definitely joining in.

And so, immediately it was 9:30am, which was right after the Literature teacher's period, I was up from my seat.

"Are you seriously joining them?" Zara had asked me amused.

"Yes nau. Let's go."

"Okay." Zara shrugged, jumping from her seat. Zara surprised me this morning by moving over to the seat beside me. I'm grateful because it's like no one here likes me. Well... no one likes Adamma. Zara's presence and enthusiasm has however made me cheerful since I stepped into this class.

When we got out of the class, I took in the extremely rowdy environment. There were students running about, laughing among each other and conversing in loud voices.

"No more classes for today, wohoo!" Zara screamed and twirled beside me. I chuckled at how cute she looked. Her long hair bounced as she continued to twirl. Her short skirt revealed most of her thighs but she didn't seem to care.

"Why aren't there any more classes?" I asked, stopping her mid-twirl.

"Aren't you a student here? What kind of question is that?" She asked with obvious humour but the question kind of made my gut wrench.

"Uh i-"

She thankfully cut off whatever rubbish I was about to say. "Everytime there's an occasion, there's always a free day the day before the occasion. We use it to do rehearsals and all that."

I nod in understanding. "Now, let's go to the studio!" She yells and pulls me down the stairs.

"What are you guys doing here?" Daniel's voice called out from behind us.

We were now standing at the music studio's entrance. While Zara must surely just be observing the number of students here, I was busy, once again gawking.

The studio was huge and spacious. It was packed up with different musical instruments– the ones I knew and the ones I didn't even know exist.

The tiles sparkled and there was even a small chandelier hanging from the roof.

A tall stage was set at the extreme end of the studio and there were already a lot of students dancing or rather, goofing off to the sound of music playing.

The whole setting was definitely a sight to behold.

"Don't tell me you're dancing." Daniel had said, snapping me out of my drool session.

"Ikr! She said she was going to join the dance. I'm joining her sha." Zara said, moving her body to the music playing in the background.

"You? Dance?"

"Who? Me or Adamma?" Zara asked.

"The both of you! Especially Adamma."

"Me? You think I can't dance?" I asked, raising my eyebrows. This boy does not know anything.

"I know you can't dance."

A familiar beat started to play in the background and a smile appeared on my face.

"Alright then. Watch." I shifted him and Zara away a little, creating a small dance floor for myself.

Mafo by Naira Marley came on and I decided to show them some of my best dance moves.

The more I went into the dance, the more shocked Daniel seemed to look.

The music rounded up and so did my dance.

"Are you kidding me?!" Daniel shouted just as almost the entire students in the studio applauded me. I didn't even notice everyone had stopped to watch.

"I told you I could dance." I said, letting the pride engulf me.

A loud squeal erupted beside me, causing me to cringe.

Before I knew it, Zara was on top of me, hugging me like her life depended on it.

"I'm in love with Adamma!" She screamed. "You're going to dance for me for the rest of your life!"

After I managed to rip the crazy girl off me, I looked around at the impressed looks almost everyone had on.

"Do you think you could teach us a few dance routines?" One girl walked up to me saying. I couldn't recognize her so she definitely wasn't in Grade 9 Arts.

"Uh..." I looked at Daniel and then at Zara. They were both nodding. Only that Zara's nodding was filled with a lot excitement. This girl is a case.

"Sure, why not?" I replied and before I knew, I was leading a dance crew.

Nice.

Video of Kene dancing to Mafo by Naira Marley. Use your imagination. Make it work ;)

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