IS IT JUST ME OR MOST PEOPLE GET BETRAYED BY THE PERSON THEY TRUST THE MOST!!!
WHY DO YOU HAVE TO BE PLAYED IN LIFE?
WHY DO YOU HAVE TO BE REJECTED, EVEN WHEN YOU'RE INNOCENT?
HINTS ON THE STORY
NINIOLA JULAN ABIODUN, the main character of the story...
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So today we would be looking at our baby UMAR!!!,
Please drum roll na... Oya let's see what he has for us.
UMAR'S POV
I didn't believe they gave me libary prefect out of all the prefects. I wasn't a bookworm and I didn't even want their stupid prefectship thing, I just wanted my personal space, I went to the visual art studio immediately after assembly, I started setting up my work, I was painting the reflection of a tree, I just felt like painting something that has to do with nature
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( The tree Umar is painting)
I was almost done painting when the door opened, I didn't bother to look back so I kept on painting.
The person kept on walking slowly and it echoed through the room, I was tempted to look but I just continued painting, just has I was about to look back, the person whispered
" Hey"
And then i did not have any other choice than to look back and I saw her
She was staring at me and I just got stuck in her eyes. No matter how much I tried to show I still didn't like her, I still cared for her, I missed her but I couldn't say it, I was still mad at her for everything she did.
So I averted my gaze away and continued painting, I totally ignored her and I felt a pang in my chest as I did that and I regretted my actions
" Okayyyyyyy....,....." She dragged " Umar I'm sorry for everything that happened between us, I just want you to forgive me" she said
I could sense the fear in her voice, she's scared because of me.
I turned to her and I saw her hands shaking, she was nervous.
" Uhm..... Congratulations" was the thing that came out of my mouth and I totally ignored her first question.
" Dick move Umar, dick move" my subconscious screamed
She looked at me and I faked a smile " Congratulations on your new position" I said and she laughed
" Not like I wanted to be the head girl" was all she said
And then an awkward silence followed, she kept on looking at my painting before she took out and phone and snapped it.
Nini was a photo freak, she loved taking pictures, and that's one thing I liked about her.
" It's beautiful" she said before coming closer and touching it
" It's .... Not yet dry " I said before she would stain her hands
" I'm sorry if I took things out of hand the other day" my mouth talked because to be honest I wasn't the one talking, my mouth was moving against my own will.
