The Rare Ones

*33*

Hello, hello, hello gorgeous people of God.

What's good?

I'm so so sorry for leaving y'all high and dry.

But guess what?

Your girl is now a secondary school graduate!

Crazy how I started this book when I entered SS1 and it's still on till now(not to mention that in the book-verse they're still in first term💀)

We glorify God sha😭

Aiit....let the chapter begin❤

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"Baby, the money'll make it easier for me
To run and hide out somewhere,"
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- SZA
(Prom)

ADEJARE

There were certain days that I hated being at Hillsong.

The expensive, tailored uniforms, the expensive, tastefully decorated hallways, the expensive, restaurant quality food.

Some days, I hated it all, and today was one of those days.

One of those days where the combined whiff of countless designer perfumes and colognes choked the breath out of me, the air-conditioning made me shiver and the bright lights nearly blinded my eyes.

"Deja?" Chetachi called, tapping my arm.

I looked at her and she pointed at my plate.

"Aren't you eating? You haven't touched your food."

I reached for my fork which lay dormant beside the plate and chuckled within myself.

The cutlery we're given was made out of gold. Whether the gold was real or fake, nobody seemed to care. As long as they ate like royalty.

"So where was I in my story?" Beryl said, smiling at Chetachi and I.

Has she been talking this entire time?

"Um...you stopped at where you met that other girl...O-something," Chetachi prompted.

Beryl rolled her eyes and stabbed her fork into her salad bowl. "Ah, yes, Odette the bad belleh. She was using style to talk down on some other girls there, even me sef, and-"

I tuned Beryl out at that point.

It was something I had learned to do a long time ago, seeing as I share a house with five people and a baby.

I pushed my pasta around on the plate, but I didn't feel like eating.

At best, I felt like throwing up.

Big Daddy's words from last Sunday were on constant replay at the back of my mind.

Stick-thin, black street scum like you....

I know I don't exactly look like I grew up in a mansion enjoying all the best money could buy, but my mum taught my siblings and I to carry ourselves with grace and comportment, because despite the amount in our bank account, we still mattered.