Chapter 02

~I’m out here grasping the lines, holding unto a thread of my sanity~

-Tolu Oni

Let me fully introduce myself..

My full name is Selena Jerome, I prefer going by Lena and as you know already, I am 18 years old and live in Lagos, Nigeria.

I won’t say my parents are extremely wealthy, they are trying enough to take care of I and my Sibling’s Education.

They are actually Bakers.

They own a local bakery.

I wonder how they make so much money from their baking because, My secondary school fees was pretty expensive and the bakery didn’t look so much as a big deal.

I don’t bother myself with that though.

They provide me with all I need and that’s all that matters to me.

It’s a family of 5 and I am the first child, I was actually adopted.

You see, I don’t know my biological parents because I was found crying beside a dumpster at an orphanage home when, I was only a month old(according to the letter beside me)

I lived in the Orphanage for a year, before Mr. & Mrs. Jerome adopted me, very cliché… I know.

I hate whoever my biological parents are, because they are the worst!

They were my real first heartbreakers, dumped me before I could even say ‘A’…

Tossed like a rag.

Like I did not matter to them.

My Foster Parents are really nice to me, they take care of me and they make me feel like a part of the family.

Mrs. Jerome was having difficulties in bearing kids before I was adopted, 2 years after my adoption, she got pregnant and had twins ( a boy and a girl)…

I graduated from Secondary school, two years ago and I just got admitted into the University of Lagos!

I’m so excited. I would be studying Business Administration and I can’t wait to resume school in 3 weeks time, which means I would be living in my own apartment soon… Perfect personal space to behave and live however I want to.

Yay!

I love dancing, partying, reading, researching, shopping, does running a business, count?

I am into designing and creating of bags, yes I have my own bag brand and I called it ‘Moon’

You see, When I told my foster parents about starting my own bag brand and I was thinking of a name to give it, they suggested the name, ‘Moon’ because according to them it traces me back to my origin.

How did they know that?

They felt the moon Tattoo at my back that I have always had, Since I was found beside the dumpster, perhaps meant it had something to do with where I was birthed.

The moon Tattoo had a Russian imprint on it that meant ‘family’ . Don’t ask me how I know Russian language.

I shouldn’t have named it ‘Moon’ but I felt sentimental and named it Moon… Just Moon.

The Tattoo is pretty dope ass but must have been very painful because Betty wanted to get one but couldn’t bear the pain…

I just wonder how poor little me could take a Tattoo.

The Tattoo makes me look Hot on bikini’s

I am not embarrassed about the Tattoo because I know I would want to be me if I were you.

Tattoos are the new ‘cool’

I have up to 7 buyers in my brand at the moment, who order and sell to their customers.

I started last year and I think its doing pretty good, I plan on expanding it when I resume school.

I sense excitement, because I would be juggling with my studies, my business and a fun life.

I can’t believe, I have not mention the names of my amazing Twin Siblings yet!

Well, Armani Jerome and Amanda Jerome are both 15 years old and in Senior Year 1 at Pan-African Secondary School (P.A.S.S). The school I graduated from 2 years ago.

Armani is the elder twin and is a pretty tall lass, Light skinned like his mother with a black hair although he is on low cuts and has brown eyes. He has a flair for Basketball and isn’t the brightest in ‘Government’ I suspect he is more of a Science Student because he obviously loves Calculus.

Amanda shares the same tall gene with a scanty hair, although it did not stop her from looking dashing and being one of the pretty girls in her class. She is dark skinned like her father with black eyes. She is a social media addict and a selfie queen. She talks without filter and is very social. I wonder what career choice suits her.

The twins do have a few things in common… They Love Parties!!!

Sometimes they would sneak to the seniors parties and no on would suspect they were juniors then, because they were tall, had good looks and dressed so well.

They are both great at plotting mischievous pranks against weaklings… Oh those poor lads.

Armani and Amanda are your typical high school pranksters. The ones you call bullies.

But, they are a little out of the game now, perhaps 3 Months of strict grounding thought them enough lesson.

I know why it was a very good disciplinary method…

It was during summer break and it was no outing, no technology, just days and days of doing home chores and working at the bakery.

And that’s how their bullying phase ended.

…..

Its Saturday and I am going School Shopping (Shopping for school supplies) with Betty, my friend.

She got admitted last year and is currently studying Law at Babcock University.

Am waiting to get a call from her so that we would go together with her car, her parents are extremely wealthy.

My Phone rings, just after I am done dressing up, the caller ID shows Betty. I know she is already at the gate because I hear a car honk after.

Picking up my purse, which contains My ATM card, phone and a lip-gloss of course.

I run down the stairs, out the gate and towards her car, ignoring the guy I saw in the house with Amanda… Mum and Dad won’t be back till 8pm and Armani must be at basketball practice…

Typical Saturdays and its just 11am btw.

“Hey, Fool” I greeted Betty as I stepped into her car

“Hey Flat ass!” Betty greeted back

“My ass is so not flat” I whined.

“Its definitely flat” she said in mockery

“Its not!” I whined again.

“it is and you should definitely start a butt workout to give it some shape since you have decided to stay celibate and you just clicked 18, the best age for good sex!”

Oh no.. Betty got this wrong…

The Car stars moving

“Who says I’m staying celibate? I’m just not going to date anyone for now but I’m definitely getting some fun!” I replied

“Fun, huh? Like sleeping around with no strings attached? But, Doesn’t that make you a whore?” Betty asks mockingly and with a fake gasp.

“I hate you” I huffed

“I hate you more” She laughed

“Bitch” I spat with a growing smile on my lips.

“Sweet only in the middle” She teased.

“Jesus Christ! You got worst, what has Babcock done to you?” I ask, faking gasp

“Like the name goes its filled with a lot of babbling cocks” Betty replied

“Doesn’t rhyme” I said, rolling my eyes

“of course it does! Bab plus cock… Bab for Babbling and cock for Cock” Betty tried defending herself

“You would make a really bad lawyer” I commented.

“Thank you very much, I am only studying Law, because my Parents want me to. I don’t care if I am going to be a good one or not, as long as the 50k allowance keeps popping into my account every month” Betty said, nonchalantly.

“I still can’t believe your parents had to bribe you into studying Law! Damn… I can only wish for a situation like that” I said dreamily..

“That’s why, immediately it was mentioned, I did not hesitate to comply, they are spending millions on my school fees and still giving me a good allowance, so why not? I felt they were the ones losing but now I know better” Betty said dramatically and looked a little bit unhappy .

“You look unhappy…” I pointed out..

“ I would be honest, I freaking hate that I made that decision because I hate the damn Course! The workload and reading is killing me, I would kill for a 5k allowance only if I was allowed to study English & Literary Studies… At least.. I would be happy… With no stress…” Betty said, almost with teary eyes

“Are you about to cry, right now?” I asked

“Nope” she replied.

“Good! Because as much as I would want to console you for making the best decision ever! We are on the damn road and I am not ready to die Yet.” I teased while making myself comfortable on the car seat.

“well, Fuck you!” Betty said and I chuckled.

“Good to have you back.. You look ugly when you are almost at the verge of crying” I tried to console but its obvious I suck at it.

“Fool” She cussed. Betty loves cussing and I have learn to understand that’s her lifestyle.

I can’t hate her for it.

“Baddie” I cussed back.

“I missed you” She said with pouty lips, eyes still on the road though.

“I missed you too, girl… Glad you could tag along today” I said gratefully. She tool the weekend off school for me and perhaps Mike too.

“You know how I love shopping, plus I came with My ATM card… You going to school with all you need bae” Betty said in excitement.

“Thank you very much but I’m not a lesbian”

Betty chuckled and so did I

“Glad u aren’t, cos I’m more interested in dicks” Betty countered.

“Then.. We are good! Make it rain.. Spoil me…”