¶¶Don't waste your life trying to impress others.~ Anonymous¶¶The church service was longer than expected, and Emily blamed it on the naming ceremony. Although, she didn't complain much, because the youth there were worth her coming. She liked their vibe and went with the flow. More importantly, they helped clear her mind of any thought regarding Martin.By the end of the service, Emily had collected and given out her number to a dozen number of people.“Emily, I've been looking for you!” One girl ran out of the church to meet her by the right end of the entrance. Emily couldn't remember the girl's name, but played along by plastering a smile on her face. She concluded that if the girl had made a solid impression, she wouldn't have had a hard time remembering her name.“I wanted us to take some selfies,” the girl told her, and she agreed. They were taking pictures, when a masculine voice boomed a greeting from behind them.“Jide, what do you want now?” The girl asked in her scra

After walking through the front door, Joel stopped to give the house an unintended examination. Two years, and, of course, everything was different. The large, brown, leather sofas, that used be in the living room, had been replaced by navy blue sofas and an armchair. Even the expensive chandelier that loomed over the large room had been replaced by a smaller kind, which appeared a lot more sophisticated and expensive. Though the paint looked new, it was the same beige colour.“What are you doing?” Mrs. Sophia turned back to see him staring.“I'm coming.” He followed her into the kitchen and found it to still be the same: large and model-like. The whole place used to have a feminine touch — his mom's touch. But now, it had gone back to the magazine look it used to have when they first moved in.The maids were nowhere to be found, so he assumed his father must have retained the rule of gi

Isabelle sat still, her opened Bible resting on her laps, as she stared straight at her mom's moving mouth. Juliet kept talking, but Isabelle couldn't hear a thing she was saying.This used to be her favourite time of the day. Up until this moment. Every morning, she and her parents would sit, after saying a short prayer to the Lord, to rub minds as they discussed the word of God.Presently, it was just the two of them — Isabelle and her mom. Her dad hadn't returned the night before, after taking his mom to his sister's. Neither was he picking their calls. It made Isabelle wonder, with a sad heart, if he hated them for what they did.Her mom would give her a look that asked if she was listening, and as if on instinct, she'd nod, then blink because tears were starting to blind her sight.One would think the calmness exhibited by her mom was a sign that she wasn't the least bit bothered. But that was far fr

 ¶¶ Always expect the unexpected.¶¶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

¶¶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,