Million Miles

Chapter 16

BOOK TITLE: The Art Of falling In Love With A Celebrity....

BOOK DESCRIPTION: 'She was a small town girl
with big city dreams, found out that life was nothing like the movies that she's seen.
And there was nothing to prepare her for what was to come...
But to her surprise she was not afraid to do what she never done...... "Tatiana Manaois

Rahim is a pampered celebrity, As an artist who got famous at 13years of age he feels above everyone. Until he meets Aliyah who he feels he can't leave without. Will he be happy when he finds out she's a nobody and stick with her? Or will he choose to go for the glitter and glamour he's used to? Find out in The Art Of Falling In Love With A Celebrity how this epic story unfolds. You wouldn't want to be told!!!!

CHAPTER ONE

Aliya

7:00am
" Aliya, aren't you going to school, today?"

"I am, Mom". I groan, rolling on the bed.
Arrgh! I hate school, for one reason.... Scratch that, for two reasons.
First, I have to wake up 7am. I mean, who does that?
Second, all the notes I have to write during classes.

7:30am
" Aliya! Wake up right now. Or I'm coming into that room myself to wake you up with my cane".
My mom's threat makes warning bells ring in my head. If there's anything I hate, it's spanking.

I shoot out of the bed, literally. Running to the bathroom, I take a quick shower. I double task while dressing up. In a clean ironed long sleeved white shirt,with a navy blue skirt, white socks and black sandals coupled with a short school hijab(white). I look very much like any smart student on a Monday morning. I smile as I look at my reflection in the mirror. I hurry through breakfast.

7:49am, I'm in school. The school daily assembly has been dismissed already and some classes are half way through the first lesson of the day.

"Aliya!" My friend, Dorcas from SSS1 greets as I pass by her class. I nod in response, smiling coyly.

"Babe, you arrived late, again!" Florence, the head girl says, with a smile pulling at her lips.

I grin.

"A girl has to survive, sleep is important to me, very important".
She chuckles as I walk past her to my class.
The strict English teacher is in class already. God! I'm in deep shit!

So help me God!

" Excuse me,Sir. I pause. Sir, please can I come in?"

He turns to look at me from under his glasses. "How may I help you?" He asks, self importantly.

" I'm part of your class, Sir". Adding a question lilt to my voice.

He squints at me through his Glasses.
"Oh, I see. Aliya, you again? Why are you always late for Monday morning classes?" He asks, like I'm giving him an answer. He knows better.

I keep my head down, dropping my voice to a sad tone. "I was caught up in traffic, Sir. I tried my best to beat it, but it was rush hour. I couldn't help it". I lie, without skipping a bit.
"I'm very sorry, Sir".

He sighs.
"Oh poor, Aliya. It's fine. Go take a seat, make sure you meet your classmates after this class so they cam fill you up on what you missed, okay?"

I breathe out thankfully. "Yes I will. Thank you, Sir"

As I go to my seat, I catch my classmates giving me the 'you did well look' discreetly of course. I smirk, my chest puffing out in pride.

"Aliya, I really don't know what you did to that man. He always takes your excuses. He was like 'oh poor Aliya'.
My best friend Alice whispers, mimicking Mr John's voice.

I chuckle silently, " I have my ways, sweetheart". I say, airily.
We both bite down on our lips to stop from us from laughing out loud.

"So why are you even late again today? Though, I think I know the answer already. You overslept!" Alice says.

I roll my eyes, "A girl has to survive, A girl has to survive!"

"Oh silly, sleepy head". She says
I chuckle, sticking out my tongue at her while making silly faces and she mimics me.
We get lost in our silly faces battle that we forget about the lesson going on in class.

" Alice! Aliya!. What in the name of heavens are you two doing right there?" Mr John, thunders. Stopping us immediately as we both jump in our seats guiltily.
"What are you two whispering about, while I'm in class teaching?"

I start to shake, as I wish the ground to open so I can bury myself underneath, away from the wrath of Mr Namo John. But as they say, if wishes were horses.... I have to bear this, it's my reality.
" Now, come on to the front of the class and share the jokes with us". He orders.

"Sir, it was nothing. We were....."

"Shut up, Alice! I told you to do something, now do it or you'll face the consequences. You all know better than to misbehave while I'm teaching?" He yells, spit flying out of his mouth.

From the corner of my eye, Alice is shaking. She looks pale, like she's going to be sick.
If Alice looks like this, I can only imagine what I loom like. She's normally the stronger one.
On shaky legs we walk to the front of the class, standing on either sides of Mr John while keeping a safe distance.

My classmates seem to be avoiding our eyes.
Those fuckers! They could beg on our behalf, as we are helpless now.

"Ok, class. Since they both can't tell me the jokes they were sharing, they will answer a question each. If they get it correctly, they'll be safe. If they can't I will choose how to punish them".

Ok, I breathe inwardly, answer a question and I'm free. I think I can do that. Though I know he won't let us off the hook easily.

" First question goes to you, Alice. " He says.

"Ok... Ok... Si. Sir..." Alice says, stammering.
If not for the situation, nothing would have stopped me from laughing. She looks so funny right now.

"Good! Define composition. Class, listen up."
I imagine Alice breathing in relief, this is quite simple.

"Sir, Composition ca... can be defined as a peice of writing which requires an art, thought or judgement. In other word, it us an effective expression of thought.". She explains, brilliantly with little stammering.
I Puff with pride as she concludes. Yeah, that's my best friend right there.

Mr John scoffs.

" Now, give me two rules in writing a composition. " He orders, again.

What, did I not hear well? I thought he said one question each?
Alice flashes me a 'unbelievable' look
as the class mumurs in disapproval.

"Quiet, all of you! My class, my rules!" He orders,with obvious relish as we all fall silent.
He's enjoying making us all squirm.

It's quiet again, as Alice clears her throat to speak once more.
' you can do this, girl' I mutter, under my breath.

She begins.
" Rules in writing a composition are:
1. Avoid using slangs or pidgin English.
2. Choose the word that conveys the correct meaning ". She concludes.

" Hmph, she is stubborn but smart!" Mr John says, reluctantly.

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