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Always expect the unexpected.
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Anyone who had been watching Isabelle and Kelechi would think they were having a normal conversation, where Isabelle had said something she had no idea was funny.
Kelechi staggered a little to the right, holding up a hand.
Isabelle frowned.
"I'm sorry." He straightened, wiping the corner of his eye. "It's just what you said. You sounded like a kindergartner. I couldn't help but laugh."
"You're insane." Isabelle didn't know when the words tumbled out of her mouth, but they had already hit home before she could take them back.
The smile on Kelechi's face had disappeared now, and a frown that made him look ten times scarier had taken over. There was no need for anyone to tell Isabelle that she had not only insulted him, but also his personality. Which to him was a wrong move.
Kelechi had alread
Now, more than ever, Isabelle needed to talk to Emily.Her hand reached for her breast pocket, ascertaining the presence of the paper Mr. Franklin had given her.She would've gone in search of Emily, wherever she may be, but extracurricular activities had already begun, and she was already late.The drizzle had ceased, permitting the use of the various sections for sport activities.Though the pitch was wet, the soccer team were more than determined to continue with training, since the interschool football tournament was commencing in a few weeks' time.The boys had been paired in two's and were making quick passes to each other.Isabelle spotted Bankole and quickly looked away, before he could meet her gaze.A group of boys, wearing uniform red tracksuits, making slow rounds on the track were headed her way, so she had to stepp to
¶¶Metanoia (n) ~ the journey of changing one's mind, heart, self or way of life.¶¶Aside from Mr. Stanley, Joel was also permitted to sign Isabelle's form.This was because he was the President of the Literary Club — an information Mr. Franklin had passed across the day they discussed what club she was to join.Joel was the second reason she had been procrastinating signing her form. Because aside from needing her counsellor's signature, she needed the signature of one of the heads of the club. And since Mr. Stanley was always unavailable, she'd have had to go to Joel. Something she had dreaded.Joel was seated on one of the tables, a couple of distance away from her,
Isabelle needed to keep her anger in check before she did or said something she'd regret. Because the more she heard Joel speak, the more she wished to slap him again. And she didn't want to ever do that to anyone. Never again.The atmosphere eased a little, thanks to the silence they shared. But Isabelle had no doubt that she'd never want to be friends with someone like Joel. His blatant atheist character was already a big turnoff.Thunder rumbled like it was doing so in a distance and she lifted her gaze from the ground.Suddenly, it started to rain heavily."No, no, no," she muttered, running towards the opened window.Twenty minutes after extracurricular activities was Biology class. And from the look of things, twenty minutes must have passed a long time ago.Turning from the window, shivering, she saw Joel seated comfortably in one of the chairs, his phone in his h
Isabelle tapped Emily's shoulder, and she looked up. “What's wrong?" she asked.Emily hadn't been in Biology class, and only returned when the class ended and Mrs Douglas had left. When asked, Emily had replied she had been in the bathroom."The whole time?" Isabelle had asked, but Emily said nothing since their next teacher had already walked in."Nothing," Emily replied now.The final bell of the day rang. And this meant Isabelle had to be at Mrs Douglas' office before going to the library's storeroom, where her punishment awaited her."Why are you packing your bag?" Is
As soon as Miss April was gone, Isabelle's smile faded away as what Mrs Douglas had told her parents crept into her thoughts: immoral actions and indifference towards her studies.Of course, her parents wouldn't believe such. They knew her well to know she wasn't like that.The air grew chilly, bringing the one large window in the room to her notice as a shudder ran through her."I see you're enjoying this," Joel said."Sorry?"Shifting her gaze from the window, a little to the left, she stared at him. He was still standing where he had been when she entered, a book now accompanying the clipboard in his hands.He shot her a look from under his eyelashes. The way his left cheek stuck out as his jaw tightened, fused with the serious look on his face, made her know he was upset.She waited for him to say something or repeat himself. But he kept
¶¶Am I inconsequential to it all,a random, forgettable moment in your delicate, pastel existence?~ John Casey¶¶As Loveth commenced pulling Olabisi's hair, heading towards the door, Nneka ran to grab a hold of her arm, which she dug her teeth into."Yay! a aja ni yi girl (this girl is a dog o)!" Loveth exclaimed in Yoruba, rescuing her arm after Isabelle ran to pull Nneka away.Nneka then turned to grab Isabelle's bag, shaking her violently, as it was Olabisi's turn to grab the end of Loveth's braided hair."What is going on here?!" Miss April demanded the moment she yanked the door opened.Isaac came from behind her to separate Olabisi from Loveth, whom had started to slap Olabisi's arm and face. Isabelle was then rescued by Miss April."Oooh!" Loveth shouted, stomping her feet as she slapped Isaac's firm grip around her arm. "Lea
¶¶Life’s tragedy is thatwe get old too soonand wise too late.~
Emily hated this.There existed a video that ensured, if seen by her aunt, her head would be the first thing offered as a peace offering. She couldn't even let herself imagine how Isabelle would look at her, should the video come to light.Jessica's threat had been totally clear: either she cooperated or her adventure would be the next notification her aunt would receive on her Facebook account.At this point, Emily wished her aunt wasn't the type that kept up with her social media accounts. But that wish was a waste of time, because even on Sunday, after church, Aunt Jane had taken a couple of pictures of Emily and her cousins and also of them together, and had posted them on Facebook.Emily's shoulder collided into someone's, snapping her out of her thoughts. A face materialized before her and she recognised him to be Isaac.