Chapter 1
"My name is Nre-Ayo in English depressed Joy. I am not your typical Yoruba girl, I hate loud places and attention, I don't have friends and don't plan on making one, I love solitude." I finished my presentation, I wasn't surprised to see everyone giving me creepy looks.
"Ohk......you can have your sit, I err Ayo" Mrs Ann my homeroom teacher said awkwardly as she pointed to an empty chair in the last row and second column.
I murmured a thank you and proceeded to sit there only to be blocked by a tall beautiful girl, she had dark skin that glows, her heart-shaped lips moulded into a frown
"You are blocking me," I said politely
"Yes, I know" her English was well polished,
Well that is what I should expect when attending one of the most prestigious secondary schools in the country"Nancy what is the problem let her pass" Mrs Ann backed me up
"Yes there is a problem, I don't know if her depression is contagious and I don't want to contact any depression from depressed Joy," she said while laying more emphasis on 'depressed Joy'
I couldn't help but roll my eyes, _she was too dry.
"Don't say that again, be nice to your classmate"
"But I'm not wrong" Nancy sneered while eyeing me up to down
"Whatever, just get out of my way unless you want to contact it" I pushed her hard making her land on her butt, if she thinks she was going to ride me, she should think twice, like I said I am not your usual Yoruba girl.
I smirked at her shocked face, she looked like she was about to cry and the whole class roared with laughter while a girl helped her up and glared at me, I stuck my tongue out at her.
I placed my books on my table and brought out my pods and iPhone, I played a random juice world song and vibe along with it, Mrs Ann was still in the classroom but she didn't mind, it was a normal thing in this school to use a phone when a teacher was in class.
Someone tapped me from behind but I ignored the person, but the person was persistent, the tapping continued, and it made me slightly irritated, I removed the pod in my left ear and turned back to see who it was. It was a girl and she was smiling cheerfully at me, it annoyed me.
"What do you want," I asked harshly,
"My name Esther" her voice was as soft as the wind, too girly if you ask me, it polished to the fault that no Nigerian accent could be found in it unlike Miss Nancy
"And......what do you want me to do with it," I asked impatiently
"Nothing, you introduced yourself earlier and I want us to be friends"
"So you did hear me earlier, I don't need fake friends"
"Then I will be a real one" she smiled once more, her smile was pure and bright, it made me angry yet Jealous that she could smile like that when I wasn't able to do so
"That is what they would always say only to end up betraying you"
"You seem to be talking from experience"
"Yes I am"
"That is because you didn't mingle with the good ones, everyone is different, never classify them as one else you will have no helper
" I don't need a helper now"
"So you ones needed one"
"Why are you so persistent, stop talking to me"
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NRE-AYO
Teen FictionMy heart bleeds for comfort It bleeds for acknowledgement Where should I turn to who should I run to I'm tired, I'm exhausted. Why her and not me, why him and not me. I'm smiling, I'm crying, I'm laughing, I'm yelling I'm longing to stand out, too...