Phobia

Chapter One

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Grace.

"I asked her if she believed in love, and she smiled at me and said it was her most elaborate method of self harm"
_____ Benedict Faith.

I rolled my eyes as I got down from my latest model Porsche( another unnecessary gift from daddy dearest but I'm not complaining) not bothering to wave goodbye to Mr. Sango, my driver feeling quite sure he was taking my car for a spin around Abuja to deceive unsuspecting teenage girls.

Not like I care, any female who couldn't tell that this fifty-year-old looking man was married was just plain stupid.

He had a round stature and his most prominent feature was his protruding belly. He wasn't handsome enough to get girls but driving a car like that would certainly attract flies.

Mr. Sango, a married man with six kids, two from two different women other than his wife could not help but chase everything in skirt. He had no preference whatsoever, tall or short, dark or fair, slim or fat, they were all his type.

That's men for you. They only think with the head between their legs. Pigs.

As soon I enter the school grounds, the junior students start whispering among themselves.

Mtcheew! Like I have their time now. Let it be time for assembly and they don't get there early. They'll know that Grace Adams Coker didn't come here to play. As head girl, they know better than to cross me.

I'm a foot into my class when an unfamiliar voice calls out to me. I turn to see a junior student trembling a few feet from me.

"Senior Grace, the principal sent for you" I size her up from head to toe and a low hiss escapes my lips.

I was going to wait till assembly to assess the dress code but this mouse just ran right into my trap.

"What class are you in?"

" Junior student and you are already flaunting the rules and you had the mind to come and stand in my presence" I fumed. You won't believe that this girl had ditched our uniform shirt for what I assume is stylish to her.

"Do you think you are in a fashion show or does this school look like a runway? I came prepared for you. Next time someone asks you to wear anything besides your school uniform, you'll run with your legs touching the back of your head" Nonsense! I added haughtily in my head.

I opened my latest edition Luis Vuitton backpack ( I flipped when I saw the price but let's allow daddy dearest knock himself out eh?) and took out my scissors.

"So you cannot kneel, you are standing and shining your eyes at me." She knelt down immediately and started pleading.

"Wahala! That's how she'll be bullying people's children." Oh, I know that voice. I turned to the green eyed monster, who dared to speak against me.

Amira Ibrahim just didn't know when to mind her business.

"Mind your business aunty, no one asked your opinion. Busy body"

Amira didn't even flinch at my cold glare, she just returned one of her own. Honestly, we would have been great friends if our personalities weren't just too strong and always clashing. Oh and let's not forget her jealousy, while she is agreeably good, I am better.

"Oh, you don't need to ask darling, I'll tell you anyways. The session hasn't even properly started yet you won't even allow these students balance on their feet before you begin your bullying. You no dey tire?" She placed her hands on her waist waiting for my response.