This is Me.

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Idara

I attempted standing up, a wave of pain pushed me back to the–I want to say– couch. I forced myself to stand up, balancing myself by placing my hands on the walls. Bottles of beer lay over drunken, unconscious, asleep…

Is that guy dead?

I kicked the bottles out of the way opening door after door, looking for the bathroom– hopefully, I'd find a medicine cabinet.

‘Fuck,’ cussed lowly as pain shot directly through my brain, I missed my step causing me to trip.

In hindsight, going to a stranger's party the night of resumption wasn't the brightest idea I'd ever had.

Fuck, November.

I cussed, staggering back to the couch as I remember my best friend whose house I'd left the day before– without any warning–and had been unreachable ever since.

She must have been worried when she went home and I wasn't there.

Omo, abeg I'll find out later.

I need to talk to Nova. I hit the call button on her contact as I steadied myself by leaning against the wall.

She picked up almost on the second ring telling me that she was waiting for my call.

"No-" I tried to get the words out as she started yelling at me.

"See ehn, Idara it's like you're mad sef. So after eating my indomie you went home? Guy for fuck's sake do you even know how worried I was?" She shouted into the phone.

"Nova, I ca-" I made to start explaining again but she didn't even let me land before she went for round two.

“Do you even fucking know how many calls I left?”

7 missed calls? 7 messages? Damn

"Nov-" I started again but was also cut off as she went for the triple attack.

"I thought you'd been abducted or something- " she was cut off.

"Hello? Nova? Nova!" I shouted into the phone.

Fuck this battery. Fuck my life.

I decided I'd just take the pain killer at my house.

°°°°°

I opened my door, stepping in as I made directly for my room.

“Idara if you know you don't want to collect a dirty slap from me, better come here fast and explain what you were doing out this late on resumption day.”

Fuck.

I decided I wasn't in the mood for this, ignoring her and making a beeline for the stairs. I'd regret that now but regret the overall decision tomorrow morning.

Morning rolled around pretty quickly.
I quickly got ready, ate my breakfast rushing to catch public transport to take me to school.

I quickly got out at the gate as I trudged into school, already detesting the session. I had already missed the assembly so I just headed to my class.

I made my way to my class as I rested my head on the desk trying and praying I was invisible to the particular group of boys adjacent my seat at the back.

Why did they have to be here?

The male IT crew of onyx.

Tamunoitekena Ezra Alazidei–  he was basically a black, ijaw, male version of Regina Daniels.