ORANGE LIFE. (Book 1.)

6. Boys are like Bicycles

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Above is a picture of Victoria's room, isn't cute?

Victoria :

I walked into the Two story building amidst the stares that people around were giving to me. I was so conscious about the looks they threw my way, but I didn't say anything not even a greeting.

Why should my Aunty have horrible Neighbors like this. Neighbors who didn't mind their business was one thing, neighbors who looked and didn't know when to stop were horrible and they were both.

I ignored everyone and rushed upstairs to our place. The downstairs woman who ran a mini mart in front of the house was saying something with the other Lady who lived downstairs. Apparently there were 10 rooms downstairs that people had rented and the up and middle floor were all flat.

I opened the door to a silent house, I plopped on to the nearby sofa and kicked my shoes off.
It was boring.
Too silent.
I wanted a better atmosphere than this and I wondered why, I think I've changed. Maybe I was becoming good already and I hoped it was just me getting matured and nothing more.

I got to my room and stared at my well laid bed, eyeing my cute brown teddy bear, there was this urge to cuddle it and I stopped myself from going for what I wanted. I shuddered, stood up to my window and opened The louvres allowing good cold air to smack me in the face. I liked the evening already, the breeze
Were putting ideas into my head and it was satisfying that it wasn't depressing like it had always been.

My Aunty's daughter used to ride this big Brown smith bicycle when she was a teen and I wondered if it was still there or it had been sold. I walked out of my room opening the door opposite mine, that was Bisola's room and checked the place out. Wow. Aunty Yemi always cleaned up the room, she made sure that It was at most dustless and arranged. I knew she missed Bisi but well, she was happily married now.

My eyes moved from the big up close portrait of her face where she was smiling, the picture showed off how smooth her face was and how beautiful her smile was, but it was like a retro portrait, something like the 90s but a tad better. It looked recent but was not recent, I made up my mind to get that kind of portrait of me in my room or say in Abuja.

My eyes landed on the big brown bicycle and I smiled in awe. It was looking clean and unused, just what I wanted!  I proceeded to walk into the room to where the bicycle was and move it to the hallway, I wanted to ride this bicycle round our estate, at least enjoy the renascence of the slowly coming night, with my headphones blasting good songs and my imagination spiraling out of control.

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Pulling the Bicycle down the stairs was no piece of cake and I had to pant out slightly after all the work, I surprised myself with being able to do it. Having the will to do it was one, eventually getting it done, another.

I balanced my self on the wheels and it was shaky, I was dusty from not riding a bicycle for a while so I had to be gentle so I won't fall. I wore
My headphones and sat on the wheels, pressing play on my playlist, I slipped my phone into my camo's pocket, by my knee sides and started riding. My pace was slow and steady until I felt Myself pick up and I increased my speed.

The first song was sent from heaven by Keisha Cole, I absolutely loved the song and I could sing it word for word.   I wanna be the one who you believe in your heart is sent from-sent from heaven- that was me singing it word for word and feeling on top of the word.

Usually, I detested singing in the midst of people, for once I knew how thick and molten my voice was compared to the other girls who were in the school's Choir back in Maryland . I remembered when I had tried to join the girls in the choir for rehearsal discreetly, hoping to see if I could Sound anything like them but Nope not even in my wildest dream.