Ikhbal's POV.
Monday seemed to approached quicker than normal which was the beginning of our tests as I felt the pit of my stomach when I saw the questions on my sheet, hence I studied every bit of it, but the thought of writing our final year tests was exceptionally nerving.
I took a deep breath and let out any other distraction right through the window while answering the questions which were easier than expected. At the tick of the last minute, I swiftly submitted my sheet and walked out of the hall.
"How was the test?". Zainab asked while I wore my bag, waved back at the waving Halima and treaded beside Zainab.
"It was great, I hope the exams will be easier". I responded.
"I hope so too".
Zainab walked to her car as we headed to the parking lot waved at me and sped out while I entered my car and waited for Layla. I scrolled through my phone to call Raliya because since she left, we haven't been able to contact each other and her registration was far from starting.
I called the number thrice but it wasn't reaching, I called her mom but to no response. I watched my phone unable to ponder why they were not answering and contemplating on calling Kawu Faruq. Perhaps my concern was that, if she didn't get to do her registration, she wouldn't get the chance to, when the school are done.
"Sorry for keeping you waiting". Layla said entering the car.
"No problem, how was your test?". I asked dropping my phone.
"It was great, how was yours?". She wore her seat belt.
"Same". I said and drove out of the school.
"Can we go to the book store, I need to fetch some books I will like to read for the forthcoming exams". Layla stated.
"Ohk, I wanted some books too".
We drove to the nearest bookstore, wallowing in the books and literally packing bunch of books than needed. We paid for the books and where heading out when Layla went back in to get another book, while I walked towards my car and put the books at the back seat.
I was closing the car door, when the sight of a hungry looking boy caught me, with sunken cheeks, hollow eyes and tattered dress. I hastily walked to the young boy and squatted to his height level. While I tried talking to him which seemed like he doesn't understood English but at last, I got to learnt his name was 'Tahir' and that he was an orphan from an orphanage home blocks away, which I gave him some money and promised to come visit him some day.
He tearily thanked me, and headed back to his orphanage home. I felt sad of the fact that little children would be left off sight wandering around without much of a food to survive, shelter above them or clothes to wear.
It was always heartbreaking to see the world verily divided into the people that starved from lack of food and the people that food, clothes and shelter are abundant in their lives. Maybe that was the status hierarchy of living but even if that was something that cannot be forcefully avoided, people that are affording the expenses of luxury can be a helping hand in the reduction of the starvation that was always screaming from every corner of the world.
I stood up with my own glossy eyes, straightened my dress and started walking back towards my car, when a pairs of brown eyes staring right at me halted me from walking.
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After what felt like a stare contest, I subconsciously pinched myself back to reality and walked toward him. "Hello Khalil". I said standing a bit distant in front of him beside his car.
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Behind My Walls✔️
General Fiction[COMPLETED] This is the story of a young lady who found herself being the only child of her parents which seems normal at first, but it comprised of hardship, struggle, grief, love and partial joy. ~ My name is Ikhbal, I am 19 years old from Abuja N...
