𝑺𝑶𝑵𝑰𝑨 𝑼𝑫𝑼𝑨𝑲-𝑨𝑩𝑨𝑺𝑰 𝑼𝑩𝑶𝑵𝑮
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I slowly tip-toed to the stairs when I found out the living room was empty, which means mum isn't yet back.

The lights came on when I reached the last step and I inwardly cussed. Fuck!

I turned around only to find my mum leaning on one of the couches, her hands folded against her chest with an unreadable expression on her face.

"And where have you been young lady?" My mum asked as she sat down properly on the couch she was leaning on.

"I went for a walk." I partially lied, because I actually went for a walk before I decided to go to the park.

She said nothing, just gave a small nod.

"Sonia please sit, I would like to tell you something." Mum said with a serious expression on her face.

I nodded and sat next to her. We were in a comfortable silence for a while before she decided to speak up.

"Your father called some months back." That was enough to leave me speechless. My father? The man who is currently in jail right now.

I stared at my mum to confirm if what she said was actually true, but she had a blank expression on her face.

"He was the one who came up with the plan to send you to school in the first place."

Mum dropped another banger and I just stared dumbfounded, words couldn't come out from my mouth. So this man was the one who came to frustrate my life by sending me to school.

The one he did before was not enough ba?

"He truly feels bad for what he did, and when he found out that you aren't your bubbly self anymore he promised to make things right. To make you happy." Mum continued.

"And he also wants to speak to you." My mum deadpanned.

Ehn?

I don't think I was ready to do this. So I slowly stood up from the chair and faced my mother.

"I don't think I'm ready for that." I tell my mum once I'm up from the chair. It has been 3 years since I last heard of him and now he suddenly wants to see me.

My mum nodded in understanding, deciding not to push it further which I was grateful for.

I quickly entered the shower once I got into my room. I changed into my pajamas when I was done taking my bath.

I laid on the bed trying so hard to close my eyes but I couldn't. Clearly frustrated, I grabbed my phone from the nightstand and immediately turned my data on.

I wasn't clearly expecting thousands of messages to pop in because I'm clearly not socially active. I have over a hundred and thousand people who send me friend requests on Snapchat and some who follow me on Instagram but I don't follow back.

Since I didn't have anyone to chat with online on WhatsApp I decided to follow back this guy who just followed me four days ago. He also sent a message.

dfw.dterminator_

I looked at the name and shaked my head in annoyance. I just don't understand why people can't use their normal names on social media apps, which one is dterminator again?

Nawa o

I saw he was active and replied his earlier message which was a 'hi'.

Me : Hey

I texted back.

dfw.dterminator_ : Finally you've replied my message. Took you long enough.

Me: Yh...

dfw.dterminator_ : I guess you already know who this is 😌

Me: No I don't

Wanting to clarify if I actually knew the person I went to his page to check. I was surprised for a second.

I actually do know the person.

Derrick.

Me: What type of name is dterminator again abeg change it☹️

dfw.dterminator_ : I'll never change it😌. Come and force me😙

Me: Werey ni, it's not your fault sha😒. Be there faking your name.

dfw.dterminator_ : That's what the kids of the Gen-z generation do these days. Fake their Instagram names to something else.😙

Me: And you want to join them🙄

dfw.dterminator_ : Yes😌

Me: Mumu

dfw.dterminator_ : So... about what happened earlier today at the park...

I quickly exited my Instagram and turned off my data. I don't want to be reminded about that. Although it brought a smile to my face that we were almost gonna to kiss.

I closed my eyes and drifted into oblivion.

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"Wizkid is better than Davido."

That was what my annoying classmates were arguing about this early Monday morning while I was trying to get some sleep.

I woke up very late today and I was still tired, it was a miracle that I didn't doze off while the principal was saying something about a competition.

I was super excited when I found out the teachers were having a meeting. That means no class till further notice and I can use the time to catch some shut eye.

But some enemies of progress ─ my classmates ─ won't allow me accomplish my goal.

"Abeg shut up dia, Wizkid wey no sabi sing." Another of my classmate retorted.

I grabbed my government notebook and closed my ears cause I know an unnecessary fight is going to start.

"Davido that has voice like frog."

"It's not your fault sha, failed ejaculation like you."

"Your father nyash."

"Mumu."

"Ode."

"Apruka nonsense."

"Orangutan."

"CAN YOU ALL SHUT THE FUCK UP!" A voice we all knew to well shouted at the entrance of the door. I turned slowly to come in face with Victor.

He took slow strides towards a particular spot. I figured it was the table of the boys who were causing a nuisance in the classroom.

Victor glared at them hard.

"KNEEL DOWN BOTH OF YOU." Victor yelled at them. I noticed the boys were Prosper and Ademola who are known to be nuisances in the entire SS3 block both arts, science and commercial.

"We should kneel down as per wetin?" Ademola mumbled to himself but it was still loud enough for the whole class to hear.

"Did you say something?" Victor asked, making a gesture with his ear indicating he should repeat it again. If he has mind.

"We are classmates and like the same age group with you we aren't mates. So I see no reason why we should be kneeling down. Goan find girl to fuck if that is what is disturbing you, don't look for someone to release your frustration on abeg." Prosper dared to say.

"Kasala don burst."

"Jesus."

"E for keep quiet sha."

My classmates exclaimed while I was still rooted in my chair waiting for drama unveil.

"What did you just say?"

"Stop acting like deaf and dumb na, haba you heard me very well you are a-"

Prosper couldn't complete his sentence because a punch was landed on his face.

Right then the class became a market square with people chanting 'fight' in cacophony. I groaned louder, all this noise is making my head ache.

Prosper was still on the floor, with his hand still caressing his face. Maybe he's still trying to recover from the pain.

Next time he won't start what he can't finish.

"What is going on here?"

The class was as silent as a graveyard when the voice spoke - Mrs Chinaza - our principal was at our doorway with a stern face.

Thank God! At least she stopped the noise.

"Nothing ma." We all replied, well except for me - simultaneously.

I yawned as I placed my head back on the table. Now that the class is quiet I can finally have some sleep. Just when my eyes were about closing Mrs Chinaza's voice came along.

"I have a very important announcement to make." I silently groaned as I removed my head from my desk. I'm sure my eyes were red.

"We are gonna be having a competition in the next two weeks." I could hear some people silently groan at the information.

"This competition is going to be different because like others we aren't going to be competing with other schools here in Abuja. Since we've been competing for 20 years we always win and there's no other school left for us to compete with."

"I had a meeting with your teachers and we've decided to have the competition with some Lagos schools. And the school we specifically picked is Bluestone College."

My ears alerted at that name. My body became stagnant by that name.

Bluestone College?

Like the school I was before coming here?

NO! NO! NO!

This can't be possible.

"...we are going to announce the students who are going to represent us by Friday." Mrs Chinaza continued.

What I can only do now is pray I'm not among them, because several teachers have been giving me a thumbs up for the good work. Ever since I started schooling here.

I suddenly started feeling nauseous and dizzy.

I saw Mrs Chinaza was done with her announcement so I stood up and fled to the female's toilet.

In the process of being in a hurry I bumped into someone. I couldn't quite place his face because of my blurry vision.

"Are you okay?" The person asked. Even if I couldn't make out his face I would remember that voice anywhere.

"Derrick?" I asked just to be sure.

"Sonia are you okay?" Now worry and concern was evident in his tone.

"I'm fine..."

That's what I said before darkness overtook me.

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A/N

Nawa o...

Happy New Year guys❤️

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