Today is going- not so great. I went about my day as usual- or rather as I remember. I pampered myself in the warm shower and stayed in there till the water lost its warmth. Standing in front of my full length mirror, I looked at my reflection
I still couldn’t believe my eyes. I was simply shaken to the core as I stood in front of the mirror staring at my body. My hand flew to my mouth to prevent myself from crying out loud. I didn’t want to alarm my family. I was very disappointed in myself for not taking the time to notice the dark marks smearing parts of my body-the scars. There was a huge one on my back. It looked like my back was terribly burnt, maybe roasted over fire. It looked very displeasing to the eye. I began to cry again as I tore off the rest of my clothes. I had to see the rest of my body, would it be worst? No, nothing could be worse than the scar covering the entire area of my lower back stretching from side to side. Once again I stood in front of the mirror, head down wearing nothing but panties and scared to lift my eyes. I was sure that I had absolutely nothing to worry to about. I felt no pain but these scars scared me because they made me even more curious. They increased my longing for knowledge of my past. I didn’t want to keep being scared and so I fiercely looked at the mirror and decided to accept whoever I am just the way she is.
My fair skin was clean, my face perfectly clear thanks to the small amount of concealer I put on while getting dressed. My mom gave me a make-up kit and showed me how to use the various products one time when we were still at the hospital, not the point but just so you know the concealer is perfection.
I continued staring at my reflection from my face; I studied my unbelievably sharper features. Puberty did me some good though I am still on the thin side I lost my I found something. On my stomach, close to my navel there was another one. Good bye bikinis and going to any beach ever.
I quickly put my clothes back on because I could not continue staring at the mirror. I had to rid of the curiosity and fear which were about to swallow me whole. I hurriedly walked down the stairs but halted when I heard a knock on the door. My siblings were at home, my parents we at work. I am not sure if I am to check whose knocking but I kept walking toward the front door slowly. I stretched out my hand to reach the door handle but stopped moving when I heard the knock again, it was louder this time but not loud enough to alert my siblings upstairs.
I didn’t know why, I but I was hesitating. I choked down the feeling, took a deep breath and firmly grabbed the knob and when I opened the door, but I saw no one which was weird and anti-climactic. I did not see anyone around but I turned to the left I stiffened in shock. My eyes met dark brown ones belonging to a girl who seemed to be the same age as my brother. She held a text book across her chest and her eyes were wide as she stared at me. I couldn’t continue bearing the awkward silence so I spoke up-
“Who- who are you looking for?” I wanted to sound confident but ended up stuttering. She didn’t say anything but kept her gaze on me. Something was off; she seemed to be frozen. A small smile began to settle on her face as her eyes slowly moved from my face down to my feet.
“Who is it?” I heard Emelie’s voice behind me. I stepped inside to give them some space. He seemed to know her. I don’t know why the girl was all spaced out but I can tell she isn’t a terrible person. As soon as he saw the girl he told me he would take care of it. Her slight smile grew wider ever since she saw him. Hmm-
“What are you doing here?” Jeez he was so stern. When did he lose his cheerful nature? ‘What exactly happened with this kid?’ I couldn’t help but ask myself. That is no way to talk to a lady. Call me nosy but I wanted to hear what she was going to say so I stuck around. He just stood at the door obviously not wanting her to come in. Apparently he also lost his courtesy.
“I just wanted to return your physics textbook.” The girl has a sweet voice.
“Wow I do not remember giving it to you.” Ouch the sarcasm in his voice hurts- I started feeling a bit bad for the girl. I walked towards the door, not only did I eavesdrop; I was also going to interrupt them. What a great sis I am.
“Aren’t you going to ask your friend to come in-?” Without waiting for his response I pushed him to the side to make some space for her to walk in. She looked at my brother for a bit before slowly walking in. The mean boy didn’t even spare her a glance. He simply rolled his eyes and went in to sit on the sofa.
“You are that model, Zara right?” Her eyes glimmered as she spoke. A model? Me? Sick joke. That doesn’t sound like something I would do or even something mom and dad would agree to. But she said my name and Emelie didn’t say anything to refute her words. His eyes went wide and his brow furrowed consecutively, a mix of shock and anger. His eyes were intensely focused on her and as if she could hear the words ‘shut up’ from his eyes, she immediately went silent and her smile disappeared.
She looked down, hiding her face from his piercing gaze. The atmosphere got cold real quick. I could not stand it any longer so I spoke up, I might have as well turned into an ice statue if I didn’t say anything. “Emelie…” my voice came out softly but firm. He doesn’t have any reason to be so mean to her. But he didn’t look my way. He kept silent and still like he didn’t hear me or did I also turn invisible? I really do hate the way I felt and I very well knew that I shouldn’t have had such emotions running through me, but still I felt like I was an insignificant entity at that moment. I wanted to yell at him to stop ignoring me. I may have the mind of a thirteen year old but I’m eighteen and the older sister. Suddenly he jerked up harshly from his seat and took the text book out of her grasp. “You’ve given me the book right? Now I think you should leave?” His emotionless voice sounded unfamiliar to me. It doesn’t sound like my little brother or the ca
“She really likes Emelie but he is still in denial.” I looked at her wide eyed. But on second thought, I reminded myself that she was no longer a little kid and of course she would know about stuff like this so no need to be surprised. “Don’t tell him I said that though, he always gives me the cold shoulder whenever I say that.” She said whispering in my ear. It was surprising that the smart girl in front of me in fact is the same child who always raised her hands in demand to get carried. I smiled at the memory, too bad I’ll never get to see her that way again. Surely, time did fly, very quickly I might add. “Of course I’m not going to say a word to him.” I assured her. “Does she always come here?” “Not really but she lives in the next house so we get to see her every day.” Kaima’s answer made me happy. I wanted to meet Lisa again. I wanted to ask her what exactly statement meant. I very well remembered what she had said and with the way my ‘big’ brother shunned her
Kaima was right. The fresh air I breathed in, the wind gently kissing my skin, it all felt perfect. I did need to step out and it helped clear up my messy mind. We didn’t go too far, only walked a few blocks down. No matter how good and free I felt I still couldn’t get that tinge of worry within me out of my system. It continued looming in my mind like some wronged spirit seeking vengeance without any thoughts of stopping till its goals get accomplished. I sighed heavily… “Zara are you okay?” the concerned voice of my sister pulled my out of the reverie I had let myself get lost in. I beamed at her “Of course I'm fine.” “It must all be confusing-” she suddenly stated. Her eyes were looking straight ahead yet they were not focused on anything in particular. She looked so wise and much more mature. She must have noticed my confusion so she explained further “Waking up to two years in the future...” “Technically I woke up five years into the futu
No matter how many times I’d tell Kaima that it was fine, the fear vividly written all over her face never disappeared, even once. She was mumbling to herself and her breathing was rapid. It pained me to see her in that state and being unable to do anything about it made me feel even worst.As expected, mum and Emelie made a huge fuss about my ‘injuries’ and even scolded my little sister for not taking good care of me “I knew I should have gone with you two. Now look what happened to Zara. Kaima what were you thinking? Ke ihe ino neme?” that was the very first time I heard him speak in our local language Igbo, and he sounded furious. Now that’s uncalled for.“But I…” Kaima tried explaining herself but she was directly cut off by Emelie“But nothing, you were careless ““Emelie stop it! I fell on my own, it not like she pushed me down or something. And besides, what exactly d
Yes, it’s Sunday which means we are going to church. We had to drive out of the estate and it was my first time being amongst so many people after I came home. I noticed the way strangers had their gazes lingered on us, some in admiration, some in confusion and others in emotions I didn’t pay any attention to. I tried my best to ignore it and block off the curious gazes. I am pretty sure I am not the first fair complexioned person they’ve seen all their lives. I remember being called ‘witch eyes’ by the other children in primary school because everyone else had brown eyes and I didn’t, they said whoever looked into my eyes would get cursed. Worst days of my life. Being biracial isn’t sugar and honey. I know how many times I silently asked God why I didn’t get beautiful dark brown skin and brown eyes like mom or Kaima’s caramel skin and bright brown eyes. I wanted to be normal, to be like everyone else. But being different is what makes you unique and what makes you, you. We should l
Sneakily, Taiwo tip-toed into his grandfather’s study, being as quiet and stealthy as he possibly could, his eyes constantly gazing around to ensure no one had seen him. Quietly, he opened the lowest drawer lock with a pin he had found outside and, to his utmost surprise, after a few twists and turns, the lock snapped opened. A victorious grin spread across his face as he laid eyes on the documents inside the drawer, his international passport, birth certificate and all the original copies of other important documents needed to leave the country and start anew. He took them out with a smile and carefully put them into his backpack along with the flight tickets he had secretly bought a week ago; finally, everything he needs is complete. He left the study coolly with his usual grim expression plastered on his face. He couldn’t let anyone notice his happiness. Things were finally going his way this once in his life and yet he could not show it. No one could know, or it would be a waste o
Emelie's POV Whenever I look at Zara, the guilt in my heart engulfs me. It gets difficult to breathe and my only solace is seeing her smile, seeing her being happy. I know what I'm doing is wrong, but what she doesn't know won't hurt her, right? The way she limped up the stairs still disturbs me. Kaima was simply careless and I couldn't stop myself from throwing daggers at her with my eyes... she was too occupied to notice, anyway. She sat opposite me on our study table but she was too engrossed and at some intervals too excited to be the same girl who always groans at the sight of her books. Even I wouldn't and I can say for a fact that I love studying, except... I zoomed my sight on the book in her hands. That wasn't her basic technology textbook. It's a novel, one that isn't part of her literature class and the title- 'One night with the playboy' "A night with the casa nova?! Seriously?" She jolted but quickly recovered and looked at me with a shy smile as she closed the novel,