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Chapter seven

Author: Gift
last update publish date: 2023-01-19 06:13:21

Chapter 7

Peach, the nickname my mom called me. Since I was a child, I have never heard her calling me Charity, it is always: Peach, my Peach, darling Peach. I guess the name equally made her feel she had to protect me from the world. Whenever I was found derailing from the blue print she would get mad and just transfer it all on the people around. One time in middle school I made friends with a gay girl, Bennie and my mom freaked out when she found out about it.

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“Hey you disgrace to nature; you must have deceived my Peach into becoming friends with you cos Peach does not mingle with your kind” she spoke

“Mom please it was my fault, I approached her”

“No Peach you do not have to defend her, I know her type and I know you”

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After that day Bennie never spoke to me again and I do not blame her, I would not speak to me too if I was in her position. Gays avoided me in middle school, in fact everyone avoided me because no one knew the type of people my mom detested so to stay on the safe side everyone just stayed away from little Peach.

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“You see what I’m talking about they are not only indecent in their looks but they also have sharp tongues, although the tongue should fit the owner so I’m not surprised”.

After the scene she created that day, well the girls did not speak to me again, we were basically living in the same room without living in the same room. I was like the black sheep; they did everything together like roommates did, my room mates would always leave for parties, come home drunk and all. They went to classes together, went to the mall together, went to grocery shop together, went to parties together, you name it and whenever I tried to talk to them, they would just ignore me. I was basically invisible in that room.

I had a long day today, I spent 6 straight hours in class listening to lectures then I had to go to the library and read, I decided to go have some rest I headed to the room and discovered the door to the room was locked my key could not open it, yep it was locked from the inside.

“Hey open the door” I screamed as I banged the door

“Please open the door” I continued

“I know you can hear me open the door” no one responded.

“Sam that’s enough torture, you have punished her enough now” I could hear muttering from inside and it sounded like Tiffany

“I’m going to open the door Sam”

“Do not even think about it, if you open that door then you stand outside with her” that’s was when the muttering stopped.

I stayed outside till the next day. When I woke up and discovered it was morning, I tried banging again then I realized the door was unlocked.

“I hope you are finally satisfied after the stunt you pulled” I spoke as I walked up to Sam, she acted like she was ignorant of what I was talking about

“Hey I’m talking to you” I spoke in a furious tone as I headed towards her.

“Okay girls that’s enough that’s enough, settle down guys settle down”. Tiffany immediately intervened as she stopped me from moving further

“Chill out guys chill out woah” she added.

“You should have let her come why stop her, I wanted to see what she was about to do” Sam spoke

“Oh, you wanted to see what I could do huh, I can show you wh..”

“Enough girls, enough yessssh” Tiffany immediately cut in

“What’s your problem anyway Peach” she asked

“I do not know maybe the fact that you do not even know my name for starters, I mean we have literally been roommates for two weeks but you do not know my name” I spoke

“Well cut us some slack on that, your mom literally humiliated us, I mean she practically looked at us like second grade humans” Tiffany replied

“And I tried apologizing but I was not given a chance to” I added

“With the way you looked at us that day, it didn’t actually seem like you thought different from your mom”. She continued

“Hmph, I’m truly very sorry for the way my mom and I behaved , I know we must have hurt your feelings and I’m sorry, I don’t want our relationship to continue like this” I said apologetically

“it’s fine but your mom should know we are humans too and she shouldn’t judge us just by our appearance” Tiffany added

“Look I’m very sorry for the way my mother acted, she’s just insecure with me and all I know and I won’t let first impression be the judge of our relationship here and I want to get to know you guys” I said as I gave a welcoming look

“It’s fine, now intro shall we” she added

“Oh yeah, I’m Charity” I included

“Oh Charity, nice name but I think I prefer Peach” she said as she chuckled

“Well, I’m Tiffany’’ she added

“Yeah I know” I said as we both turned to Sam as she ignored us, hummed Billy jean by Michael Jackson and left the room

“Do not worry about Sam’s behavior, she is like that she will come around eventually” Tiffany concluded.

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My roommates are party animals, no day went by without them going to parties and returning home drunk. On some occasions they would stay out till dawn and then would not attend lectures for that day, that was the kind of life my mom detested, she always warned me about parties, alcohol and weed. On days I wasn’t around Tiffany would bring guys and make out in the room, probably Sam would too but I’m not all that sure about her own dirt cos she does not tell me afterwards like Tiffany does. I ignored it cos they did it when I wasn’t around

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I had a short day at school today, less lectures, no strength to read at the school’s library so I decide to go the room earlier to catch some sleep before waking up and reading, I made my way to the room and what I see totally disgusts me. I saw Sam, the obviously gay one making out with a girl in my department named Nicole.

“Jesus Sam” I Shouted as all the books in my fell from my hand. I saw them kissing and touching places they should, they were literally removing each other’s clothes and getting prepared for the real deal when I barged in.

I mean I knew they’d bring people and make out with them but I never knew I would get to see it

“Hey Peach you should really learn to mind your own business and stay out of others” Sam said as she had gotten annoyed over my reaction towards what she happened.

“Well it’s not my fault I got to see what I shouldn’t have, I mean why will you be making out in the room” I concluded as I left

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I left and I came back in the night and I saw the both of them dressing up to probably go to another party. Do they ever get tired of all these partying or were they just caught out for parties and stuff.

“Hey Char babe why don’t you join us today?” Tiffany asked as she was dressing up to go to a party

“No, the mummy’s girl would not go, her mom might scold her” Sam said as she laughed

“Look Sam I know you’re still upset over what happened and I’m sorry about it” I apologized as she ignored me.

“Mummy’s Peach can not go to such gatherings; they would corrupt her” She continued.

What she said had upset me as I stood and watched her

“If you want to prove her wrong your going to put on a sexy gown and you are going to attend that party with us” Tiffany added

“Okay Fine I’ll go” I responded as Sam looked surprised.

“Then get into something sexy, don’t go looking like that” Tiffany said as she looked at me like I was disgusting

“If I’m going then I’ll wear whatever I want” I said as I looked away

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