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The Boy Nextdoor Authors Note.
Guyyyysss.I want to pretend like everything is over but deep down it's not.I'll talk about this some time later and the fact that Emem and Raynard have been sending you secret notes.I can't believe she talks about me like that in my back!!It's not like she lied tho. It's certainly the truth.... but not Im the way she put it.I recall I was trying to check our some sturvs in the Review column... Not like I was reviewing the book.Dang! I feel so embarrassed right now.But,I'm not mad. I promise you.but for now, Let's move to our next book....WINNING WALKER.Thanks for all you do.But yeah, The Boynextdoor Is over.Like my counter people would say...DONE AND DUSTED.
The Boy Nextdoor CHAPTER ONE
I watched out of the passengers window as the wind of Florida whipped past us at high speed. It wouldn't work out, I tried covincing myself that my parents idea of relocating to Florida was just a phase that would soon pass and that very soon, we would go back to our small but comfy home in Nigeria. We had arrived the airport some hours ago and where now in a taxi on our way to 'our new home.' When the car finally came to a stop, the silence between my parents and I was definitely overwhelming. "Grab your things. Your furniture and other decorations should arrive in some hour time." My mum said smiling as I nodded non to aware of of the battle raging inside of me. Would I fit in? How was life going to be as a newbie in a strange environment. Would my neighbors love to make friends? All these thoughts raced through my mind as I grabbed my things and went after my mum. I attempted to scan the environment but I couldn't see pass the white enormous house that stood before me. It was
The Boy Nextdoor Chapter two.
Dad worked as a neurosurgeon and got transferred here to work as a specialist. He was the reason why we came down to Florida . Mom was a fashion guru widely known but that didn't mean I had a fashion sense. I was a complete wacko when it came to dressing. Give me crazy Jean anytime, anyday and I'd be the love of your life. Mum had tried several times to get me to dress like a lady and it didn't turn out well. I had my wardrobe as proof.I was miserable, when it came to dressing, but hey, who needed to dress like Cinderella to get noticed?"Emmy!" My mum's shrill voice cut into my wandering though from below,"Get your acts together and meet me in the kitchen in five.""Aaaaaarrrrgggh." I murmured," this was the disadvantage in being an only child. I got to do the dishes and other house chores. Why they refused to get an help I'd never know. Scampering from my bed, I ran my hand through my hair and found my way dow
The Boy Nextdoor Chapter three
Monday morning came sooner than I'd expected. Dad dropped me off at my new school, note the sarcasm, and eyed me curiously as I tip toed towards the school's building. I don't blame him though, cause I'd caught myself eyeing me. I mean, who goes to school in baggy sweatshirt and crazy Jean? Me. Why? Because I intended to remain invisible to the human eye. That's weird right? I know, but I couldn't help myself.It was my first day in a new school and I'd not even met anyone yet I felt like peeing in my pants.The school was magnificent.I forced myself to move towards the hallway wishing in my heart of heart that I had worn something else. Fadalawd I was looking so underdressed. I glanced around to find solace in other students dressed like me but I couldn't see none. If it helps, I noticed other girls where dressed fashionably in tank tops, skirts and trousers. I was the weirdo.Finally, I found my w
The Boy Nextdoor Chapter four.
"I'll see you tomorrow in class." Mrs Dubowitz announced as we exited history class around nine in the morning. It took every ounce of my will power not to March down to the principal's office and demand a new schedule. One that didn't involve history at 8am every day.Carting my new history textbook back to my locker, I marvelled at it newness. "How was class?" Foluke asked when I reached my locker besides each other's.It made my heart warm up that Foluke was still willing to be my friend even after all that had transpired between I and Alain."I had Mrs Dubowitz." I thought that was all the explanation I needed.Foluke burst out laughing."That bitchy old which! I bet you had fun?""Yeah, i did.""You know some students actually think she's a real witch." Foluke whispered as she closed her locker with her new book inside.I did the same
The Boy Nextdoor Chapter five.
The only reason I was back in this hell hole was because my mother thought it logical and wise. I arrived home a mess after the girls had salvaged what they could out of my dress. I told her about the scenario in school and the only thing she did was smile and say," it's only normal Emmy. What doesn't kill you makes you stronger. Tomorrow would be better."There, that was the end of the discussion."You won't believe who made the headlines." Foluke said making herself comfortable on the chair next to mine.Curiously, I raised a brow and watched Bisola grab a copy of what seemed to be a magazine.I shrugged nonchalantly," what's so special about being in a magazine?""Firstly," Meredith cleared me, "this is no ordinary magazine, this is the Greenville High gossip review. It carries the latest news of who is cheating on who, who's dating who and recent breakups. And though, I'm not
The Boy Nextdoor HOW DID YOU LOCATE ME?!
I let my shoulders drop as I stepped out of the hallway and found my way to the car park.It's not even been upto a week and I had a guy messing with my head. The girlfriend had humiliated me on my first in school and now I had my name on the front page of a stupid school gossip magazine.I let my mind drift off to the conversation I had with the girls. I could picture Meredith now as she said, "But he is so cute. How did he end up with a witch for a girlfriend?" With a dreamy look in her eyes."If you ask us, who do we ask?" Bisola said smirking."isn't that why we have google? Google knows everything. So that should be where u direct your rhetorical questions to next time." Foluke summed.And In that moment I thought how google wouldn't want to have anything to do with her."Watch where you going, will ya?" A voice said drawing me out of my trance. For the first time, I noticed how crowded the lot was. I turned around and caught Alain staring at me, drawing clos
The Boy Nextdoor SEVEN MINUTES IN HEAVEN
It took us barely two minutes to reach Mitchel's house. Her house was a big white neat house just like the others in Malibu drive which from what I've noticed so far is the lane where all the people who had snobbish attitude and deep pockets stayed. It was a lane for the rich."Are you ready for our first high school party?" Foluke asked as we made our way through the maze of cars."Your first? How come?" I asked, " I thought you guys have been here for like forever?" I looked from her to Simi."Well, before you came, Mitchel had banned us from attending any school party." Bisola said and shrugged, " you can understand now why we desperately wanted to come. Sorry for dragging you into all of this."I was dumbfounded.How could one lean girl be so mean and nonchalant. What was she? A god? For the life of me, I'll never understand how this school operates."It's fine." I said, " at least we're attending one now. Doesn't matter, does it?" I tried to take away th
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