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Chapter 8- A brain and a half

Hmm so today is the day I scheduled for my update, a week from the last one. I forgot to type so I was thinking I'd postpone till later in the week but some readers have threatened to murder me so here it is 😂😂

This is dedicated to all my voting readers 🥺you guys are the best. Thanks for all the encouragement. I declare this chapter OPENNNN

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AMANDA'S POV
(Amanda Aderinsola Akinde)

I pick my bag up knowing fully well that I didn't touch my assignments and walk downstairs groggily. I slide my phone into the smallest purse in my bag so my mum doesn't detect

"Aderin!! You look like you've been hit by a bus!" My mum shrieks as I walk down the stairs

African mums and their drama sha. The smell of pancakes invites me into the kitchen where she is

"Good morning mum, ouuu pancakes" I stretch my hand into the plate

She slaps my hand almost as soon as I stretch it to grab a bite. I wince in pain as I fetch my own plate.

"Strawberries or blueberries?"

"Blueberries"

"Syrup?"

"Chocolate pudding"

"Check that cupboard on top for the chocolate"

I walk over to the direction her hand points and open the shelf. I regard the almost empty bottle of chocolate and toss it on the counter

"Is that the only one there" she asks while fixing blueberries in my plate and strawberries in hers

"Yeah, I can go shopping this week, maybe after school on Wednesday"

"You have to see your therapist"

I drop my fork as I groan in frustration

"Really mum? I thought I didn't need that again, I'm fine now, really."

She sighs and faces me

"I stayed up till late last night, till about 2 am"

"And...."

"You were having those nightmares again calling Ashley's name in your sleep I was worried..."

"Just stop mum" I say cutting her short

"I came in and you were sweating under the fan and..."

"Mum! You heard what the psychologist said, it'll pass with time" I snap

"That's why you need this, this-
She gestures at my face and hair

-isn't good for you at all. You are attending whether you like it or not and that's final"

I lose my appetite immediately and leave the kitchen

"I'll be in the car" I don't wait for her reply as I go out through the door into the passenger seat of her Lexus

I catch a glimpse of my reflection on the side mirror and sigh. I have been avoiding the mirror for the major part of the day, seeing my almost dead face staring back at me, I can't really blame my mum for her how she reacted. I bring out my chapstick and swipe it a few times to at least moisturize my dry lips since the harmattan is starting early this year. I brush the edges of my hair slightly when my mum enters into the driver's seat. The ride to school is silent, my mum steals several glances at me while I stare at the buildings we pass on our way to school. She parks in front of the school's silver gates