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𝑺𝑶𝑵𝑰𝑨 𝑼𝑫𝑼𝑨𝑲-𝑨𝑩𝑨𝑺𝑰 𝑼𝑩𝑶𝑵𝑮
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"Too shabby."

"So last year."

"Too common."

"Too boyish."

I watched as clothes which were once situated in my wardrobe were now scattered on the floor and some on the bed.

I sighed tiredly, this whole thing seemed like a quandary to me. Flora had practically dragged me to my room suggesting to look for clothes to wear for tonight's party. It has almost been an hour and we haven't even made any progress.

While Flora was there killing herself, I just sat at the edge of my bed nonchalant about the whole thing. I still don't get why people must wear fancy and expensive clothes to parties.

"You aren't even making any effort." Flora's voice drove me out of my thoughts as I shifted my gaze on her. Her whole demeanor screamed frustrated.

She exhaled before looking at the pile of clothes on the floor. "So the problem here is that you have clothes but not have outfits."

I scrunched my nose up in confusion cloth ni, outfit ko. What is the difference.

"But don't you worry..." she trailed off as she moved to the part of the room were she kept a camp bag, "I brought help."

She started bringing out different varieties of clothes from the bag.
After much searching we finally settled on a short gown black with ties at its end, a cropped white jacket and white sneakers.

Flora suggested that I wore heels to match the dress but I disagreed. I'm not actually a fan of heels. My feet wouldn't be able to handle it.

Flora was in front of my dressing mirror assessing herself and fixing her makeup. The only makeup I had on was nude lip gloss coated with a black lip liner. I can't come and kill myself.

I decided to check my socials account to keep myself busy while I wait for Flora to finish. I clicked on WhatsApp and in that instant a thousand of messages from the class group chat popped up.

I let out a sigh, is there any day that this group can remain quiet? The messages were just a bunch of videos and photos of our classmates who were already at the venue of the party.

There were comments like ómo, e choke. And at that moment I realised we were late. I let my gaze fall on Flora again and I saw she was trying to fix her artificial lashes.

"Would you hurry up, the party has already started." I voiced out, getting tired of sitting here. The clothes I had on started to itch, I just felt like stripping off these clothes and putting on my pajamas.

I only agreed to come to this party because of Derrick, I just couldn't say no to him. I suddenly remembered about the gift I bought for him on my way back from school.

I navigated my footsteps towards the drawer I kept the gift and brought it out. It took hours and Google for me to find the perfect gift for a boy turning 18 years old. I just hope he likes it.

"And voila I'm done." I turned around to see Flora clad in a white and black jumpsuit with heels, her dark human hair and a Versace bag.

"Our uber just got here some two minutes ago, let's get going." She grabbed her handbag as she made that statement and I followed behind.

"Wait," she halted immediately, a few inches away from the door and turned to me before ransacking through her bag to get something.

She must have finally found what she was looking for, because she smiled gleefully and brought out her phone. I looked at her in confusion wondering what the situation might be. Did she just make her stop because she wanted to grab her phone? If so she could have just been patient and search for it when they were in the uber.

"We forgot to take a selfie." I stared at her like she has grown two heads. Did she really stop her to take a picture. Doesn't she realize that an uber is waiting outside for them? Or she just wan craze this night?

The driver of the uber might leave us and go look for other punctual passengers.

Flora brought her phone a little higher, pulling me closer in attempt to get the perfect angle for the picture but I stepped away from her and grabbed her phone.

She looked confused for a moment as to why I did that?

"We are already late, we can't be taking pictures at a time like this? It's already seven minutes since the driver got here, he might leave." I tried to reason to her.

She groaned in annoyance before she gave me an understanding smile. "You're right, we can just take the pictures when we get there. Nothing spoil."

"Now can we please go?" I asked.

"Yeah sure, right behind you."

With that we left the room. Now we already have an obstacle to distract us again. I mentally rolled my eyes. My mum was in the kitchen island sipping something in a cup, putting on a white robe and a black bonnet.

She squealed as soon as she saw the both of us. No not this!

"Look at my baby." She squealed again as she raced towards me to engulf me into a tight hug. She let go of me after some minutes and stared at me with a happy glint in her eyes.

"You're finally going to your first party, praise the Lord." She made a gesture before turning to look at Flora.

"Thanks dear for making her finally leave this house and socialize for once." My mum regarded her and she simply said a you're welcome before we sauntered out of the house.

I sighed in relief when I saw the driver's car was still parked outside. We quietly slid into the car. The diver didn't have a friendly expression on his as we got in. I guessed its because of the delay.

The car zoomed away from my estate into the streets of Abuja to a particular boys house.

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'DND' by Rema was playing as we reached the venue for the party. The party was held in Shalom's Playhouse. A popular event center which I found out was owned by his father. You could hear the voices of excited teenagers just by staying outside.

Flora stopped me to take some pictures which I eventually did. As we got to the entrance of the hall we met two hefty men standing by the door like statues.

I heard Flora gulp beside me as we took slow strides towards the door, we couldn't make out the expression on the faces of the men due to the tinted shades on their faces.

"Hiiiiiiii!" Flora excitedly greeted the men causing them to look at us. We looked like ants in front of them due to their massive height.

"Names please?" The first guy asked totally ignoring Flora as he brought out a tab from God knows where.

"Flora Williams and Sonia Ubong." It was surprising how my voice didn't shake.

He looked at the second guy who just nodded. He looked at us again and then opened the velvet rope guarding the door and we went in.

As we stepped in it was like we entered a completely different world. Or rather I entered another different world because Flora looked like she was probably used to it.

Led lights consisting of red, blue and green were flashing everywhere, reflecting on the expensive clothes some people had on. You could hear the chattering of teenagers mixed with the music playing in the background. A DJ was present doing his thing.

The smell of alcohol invaded my nasal cavity as I kept on walking further into the room. I cringed as I saw girls shamelessly grinding on guys. Some guys of course enjoyed it but the reasonable ones tried to turn them down politely.

So cliché, all these always happened at a party so I don't still understand the hype. Although I haven't been to a party for almost the seventeen years of my life I saw how in movies how parties work.

Just dancing, drinking, truth or dare, girls making out with guys and then ruin the makeup they spent all hours doing.

As we got closer and closer I recognized my classmates. Their flashy clothes and oversized ego gave them all away, they wouldn't even miss the slightest opportunity to show off their wealth.

I could see Sarah and her clique from earlier in the locker room. I couldn't decipher if what they wore were actually clothes. They were at a corner laughing like hyena's and giggling.

And then there's Empress. Although she didn't have any clique or someone beside her she still looked very confident. She had on a white tube top with a faded blue baggy jeans hanging low on her waist revealing a black top and a white bandana on her head adorning her wig.

As if sensing someone is staring at her, she turned to my direction. Her once blank expression now replaced with a scowl. I turned away quickly.

There was a commotion going through the staircase away from the room the party was being held. I looked up and saw that people were trying to make way for a particular someone to pass. I didn't get a glimpse of the person immediately because of the crowd that formed.

But with time they started moving away and I saw him. He was still on the staircase returning smiles and handshakes with people, returning the same energy people gave him.

He was dressed in beige cargo pants and a white shirt with a skull imprinted on it. A chain was on his neck and his fingers were adorned with knuckle rings, he dressed simply but looked like a million bucks in those clothes.

Derrick, always found a way to be the center of attention no matter what he does. And it somehow makes me want to get closer to him.

He looked at my direction and at that moment his gaze clashed with mine. He smiled immediately he saw me, and I smiled back.

"THE ODUGWU IS HERE!!!" Someone shouted as he descended the staircase. I noticed it was Dexter, his outfit was similar to that of Derrick's the only difference was his one cargo pants was the colour black.

I sighted Desmond too, the most laid back one out of the three of them. He had on a baggy tee-shirt with designer khaki pants matched with socks and Nike air force.

"LET THE PARTY BEGIN!!!" Dexter shouted again and a series of 'yeah' 'you know it!" filled the room.

Maybe this party will be a great one and not just cliché.

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A/N

Hello children of God🙂

I know you all are probably angry at me for updating late but I had exams.😗 But I'm done now.

So expect plenty updates and drama.😗

And I'll be posting the visual representation of their outfits on the group.

The next chapter would be...err😏

Byeeeeeeee!!!