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Silence pratically died down immediately, even the student copying note on the Chinese board had paused writing, facing the class and was waiting for the girl to stand up and introduce her self. She stood up sluggishly, still rubbing her palms nervously and stared at the desk in her front. "My name is Octavia Oluchi Modupe Timilayemi. It's nice meeting you all. I hope to get along with you guys and enjoy my schooling here." Someone snickered. I was baffled. For someone so shy she sounded really smart, her English well polished. "Yoruba and Igbo with a touch of British." Someone teased. "Girl your beauty na murderer."

Mert was a bit quieter than everyone else, like me… Only speaking when spoken to. How odd, unlike me, the outsider, they were his friends. I could only guess at his reasons, maybe he liked one of the girls, maybe he was naturally shy, who knew. Melisa caught my attention; I told her I liked her dress. She looked especially pretty today in a strapless blue dress with tiny white anchors all over it. We got into easy conversation because Melisa was like that, an easy person to be with. She had a purity, a kindness about her but which wasn’t obvious.

Selina pleaded "Selina, calm down. I'll not report you to anybody, you shouldn't be scared of me and feel free to air your views. And my name is not my lady's is Amira . I want you to be free to tell me anything, and I hope I could also tell you anything too and it'll be safe with you." Amira asked. "Yes my lady.. I'm sorry Ami .. Ami..ra" Selina said. "So tell me what you mean by your last words" Amira questioned

Looked like she was disappointed in my thinking ability skills. After a second, she laughed softly. As if I am the biggest joke she had ever seen. "It's not like that. I'm not as idiot as you think. As far as I know, she lives here. That's the reason why I didn't go to the police station. Instead, I go straight here. So I save time and energy that the police will be going to do if I ever seek their help," I dispensed and looked straight into her eyes. Her forehead creased as she stared at me. She was not intimidated by my presence. I assumed she's getting used to talking to high-profile persons. Her eyes are brave enough to make eye contact with me. She was not as shy as my angel Angela. I c

I will never invite again after this. Ivory Evans I rolled my eyes when I saw Leon texting me asking where I am. I replied to him only with 3 letters which is BAR. He's annoying, how can he scold me like that? I'm not 3, I'm 23 years old. He suddenly called me and I pressed the red button. He kept calling me again and again. I ended up pressing the green button and put him on speaker. "Which bar?" He asked. "No need to know!" I hissed.

I stood in the dimly lit room, my heart pounding like a drum in my chest. My name is Emily, and I'm just a regular girl who's dipping her toes into this whole submissive thing. I've been seeing my trainer, Kaiden, for a few weeks now. He's tall, strong, with those piercing blue eyes that make me feel small and safe all at once. Tonight, he told me we were going to explore something new—my ass. I'd never done anything there before, and the thought made my stomach twist with nerves and a weird excitement I couldn't shake.

She needed to introduce herself. She didn’t want to be known as the new girl who couldn’t even simply speak in front of a group of thirty or more people. She didn’t want to give anyone even a tiny chance to bully her. “Hi,” she began, her heart pounding. She stopped playing with her fingers for a second before hooking some of her brunette hair behind her ears. “My name is Selena Crawford and I’m the new girl.” She was tempted to say she was an omega, but for once, she didn’t want to be known only by her rank.

[Oh no, oh no, the deadbeat's here, and now this woman's going to pull something! [Hold it together! The smugger she is now, the harder she'll fall later! And honestly, who even knows whose kid that is!] My stomach dropped, but Vivian had already made her move. She glanced toward the door, took a step forward, then flinched as if something had startled her. Mom instinctively raised her arm. That one motion. Vivian let out a sharp cry, lurched to the side, right hand clamped over her belly, her face flipping from smug to terrified in a heartbeat.

But I pull away from him, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand. “I have to.” My voice is stronger than I expected. When I return to the living room, Timmy punches the wall, a curse slipping through gritted teeth. Gutemberg and Midnight are staring at the laptop, faces twisted in fury. Panic surges again, and I run to join them. “That girl can’t be more than thirteen,” Midnight says, voice heavy with horror and rage. I glance at him, and our eyes meet. Driven by emotion, I rest my hand on his chest to comfort him.

“She nearly killed her classmates. Their bus commutes past the third mainland bridge every day, what if this happened on the bridge? You won’t be saying this trash, Mrs. Obinna.” “Since when do you call me, Mrs Obinna?” “Since now. Guys, the phone line is displayed on the screen, call and drop your opinion about this matter. I know everyone has an opinion about this, X has been blowing up, this girl is trending for the second time and all for the wrong reasons. That reminds me, you can drop your comments on this issues on any of our social media using the hashtag morning show with Timi&Ada. Now back to the crime supporting mother of the day”