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“How I’ll love to rewind the hands of time and stop it all…how I wish it is possible to do so.”

F.A.B.

Of course I’m beautiful, I know that and who the hell is this? With my mood spoiled, I plugged in my phone and went to sleep, tomorrow is Monday anyway, I’ll need my energy for the stress of school life.

Sometimes I wish my life is a novel, just wake up…live life…and well, everything ends happily. The problem is nothing can end happily again, something already made sure I’ll never have a happy life the way the characters in a book would.

I was standing outside the lecture room looking at the text I received last night when a voice spoke;

“Who in their right mind would call you poppy? You should be called hippogriff or Gilly weed”

What?

I turned around and saw gloom staring at me with a malicious grin on his face, then I replied.

“As much as I’d love to laugh, I am surprised that a numskull like you has basic knowledge of Harry Potter, so I will commend you. Well done”

“How did you know it’s from Harry Potter?” He asked shocked.

“I’m familiar with the novel dummy.”

“I didn’t know that”

“You don’t know nothing”

“I hate you” he stated flatly.

“I hate you even more.” I returned his retort and walked away…he is such an egoist, it’d have been much better if he had just apologized for bumping into me and calling me bateyesbat eyes. I stopped in my tracks and turned back to say;

“Snooping around and looking into someone’s phone is wrong and is an invasion of privacy which is a crime…so be careful next time, I could charge you to court”

“We’re in Nigeria”

“That doesn’t mean we don’t have impartial and strict judges or a chance of justice.”

I could feel his eyes on my receding figure as I moved…I don’t like it when people pry into my life and that wouldn’t change…I wouldn’t allow one jerk to try to control my life.

I Oladipupo Fiyinfoluwa Mariam will not give into his tactics…ever.

I rounded a corner and saw Amber approaching me, I took to my heels, good thing her head was down she couldn’t see me, I ran into the lecture room and sat at the far corner, thinking of how to appear busy, I took out my headset and connected it to my phone then I started playing N.O.V.A Legacy, I never got the chance to play it last night since that text interrupted me.

It’s amazing how I can feel so…me in a busy place, how do I put this? If I’m in a public place that I have no interest being at, and I have nothing to distract me, I use my imagination or just zone out, well, one thing I know is that Gloom and I have one thing in common…we love Harry Potter…that is very creepy.

Amber walked in and I tried my best to look “busy,” well…I was busy playing my game and I hope she doesn’t come anywhere near me…freaking gold digger. Come to think of it I don’t attend parties, like…what am I searching for? So I’m always in my cave doing…my thing, I don’t even get invited to parties anyway, but, nothing spoil.

There’s also one more thing, the boy whose bag I pushed away the other day, I know he looks familiar, but where have I seen him before? I don’t usually forget people’s faces but this one is just…not understandable, I feel strongly that I’ve seen him before, but where?

I think I’ll be getting my hair done today, it’s been long though, I’ll just go to the salon, get it treated and plaited, I’ll be making black and gold braids, I only make hair that complements my skin colour, not one that’ll make me look like a monster or a black cotton candy cane. I have to admit that when I was at F.A.B’s house yesterday I did feel uneasy, just like I felt when I was in the car with her…being with her gives me flashes of the past even though she was not involved in the trauma , but I can’t avoid her, she brought joy to my heart through our common love, art, art is my life, I might not believe in God, but I believe in art…art is absolutely everything my life depends on. But, I am definitely not going to the salon today if my phone’s not fully charged, I can’t risk trying to engage in a forced conversation with any of the salon attendants, ever.

Tap, tap.

I looked up to see who tapped me and I saw him again, not Gloom, the boy whose bag I shoved out of my seat the other day, is he a mind reader? I removed my headset to hear what he had to say with my brow raised in question.

“Uh…has that seat been previously taken?” He asked motioning at the seat next to me, I looked at it and back at him, I don’t want to lie to him, it hasn’t been taken, but I also don’t want to sit next to anyone, that’s why I seat at the far end of the class. I shook my head at him and he dropped his bag and walked off, why disturb me if you wouldn’t be sitting at all? He lacks manners. You don’t interrupt a busy girl, someone like me can eat you raw…literally.

I got back to my game, then I got tired of playing, so I plugged it in to a nearby socket and scanned the lecture room, trust me I wasn’t searching for Gloom, but I saw him, reading.

Reading?

Why would a dummy like him be reading? Obviously, nothing, absolutely nothing sticks into his hardened brain, sheesh. He’s just wasting his time, why is he reading? He turned his head and saw me, then he stuck out his dirty tongue and I rolled my eyes at him…amateur, he’s trying to annoy me, like I said…dummy.

The seat next to me…I wish I don’t have to sit with him but he came back and sat so comfortably with his arm brushing mine lightly. How I wish I had a mind controller or something, I’ll just use it to send him away from here.

“Hi” he greeted.

Hi?

I turned to face him and he had a smile on…weird, I rose my brow again and he cleared his throat and forwarded his hand and greeted again,

“Hi”

Some work I’ve got to do here, I brought out a book and turned to the last page of the book and wrote;

“I’m not one to talk, what do you want?”

Then I shove it at him and read his face as he read the note, he looked shocked, then he rose his head and replied;

“I just want to talk to you…”

“Why?” I wrote

“There’s no one else to talk to”

“Look around there are lots of people”

“It’s you I want to talk to”

“Try again…never!”

“You have a beautiful handwriting though”

What the fuck dude? What the fuck? Why won’t I have a beautiful handwriting? I’m a bloody artist for crying out loud.

“Sigh…”rolls eyes” thanks.”

He chuckled.

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