DIFFERENT LIFE'S PERSPECTIVE(ON HOLD)

CHAPTER 14

A/N: I went through this story and noticed there were some typo errors in some chapters so I want to edit it, but it would take some time since I would also be writing at the same time. Also, in a fit to increase the standard of this book some changes will be made. Non English words will now be written in italics, whether it is pidgin English or another language and finally the updating timetable is out☺. Updates are every Sundays and Wednesdays, starting from next week, unless I feel generous and decided to update on the other days. Pretty short chapter. Oh well, I do hope you enjoy the book.
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ERIATA ADESUWA AMELIA

I cross checked my paper for the fifth time in a row and after making sure everything was correct, I submitted and walked out of the class. Today was the end of our tests and we would be going home today for our mid term break. I wasn't very excited about that because home was well...... home.

There had been tension in school ever since the cut, Bola had hardly said a word to anyone and it was becoming disturbing. I mean, this is Bola we are talking about here, and this behaviour was so unlike her.

I got to know that Senior Mopelola had been suspended because she was caught bullying a junior student but that didn't stop her from leaving me with loads of assignments to do and notes to copy, atleast I have a way to spend my midterm break, which was only for one week.

I leaned my head on the walls while waiting for my friends to finish so we could leave together. It took about 15 minutes before Bola finally came out but she just walked past me like I wasn't even there.

"Bola! Bola!" I shouted while trying to catch up with her "Bola didn't you see me waiting for you ni?"
She didn't respond
"Bola, I'm talking to you" I said getting a bit angry still she didn't respond
"Bola, I'm--" she walked away cutting me off and I stared at her retreating back in shock.

Wow

I walked back into the class which was now almost empty, except some few people that were still gisting with their friends. I grabbed my school bag, tears breaming in my eyes. This had never happened before.

I walked out of the class desperately trying to conceal my tears when I bumped into Anike, Senior Mopelola's school daughter.

Gosh, could this day get any worse?

We tried to manoeuvre or way, both going in the same direction. I used this opportunity to stare at her. Her head was bent low, eyes facing the ground. Her demeanour screamed scared but that couldn't be right...... right?

Why would she be afraid of me

For a moment she looked up and our eyes met and I saw fear and sadness. Two things I never saw in them that day.

That day

For a moment there, I felt pity and sympathy towards her and I cursed my heart for being too soft. Immediately she noticed that we had held eye contact for too long, she immediately broke it and ran away, shoving me in the process. I hissed loudly not being able to tell if that was purposely or not.

I saw my dad's car instead of the regular car I took to school, which was still technically my dad's car but.... you know what I mean.

As if that wasn't enough shock for a day, my dad came out of the car, smiling all rainbows and sunshine and for a moment I just stood there and stared at him not believing my eyes.

"Won't you come and say hello to daddy, or aren't you happy to see me?" his deep voice boomed from where he stood and it attracted attention

Thanks dad

I put on my brightest smile, a smile that took years to perfect but was worth it anyways.
"Daddy!" I said in a childlike, excited voice while I hasten my steps. Immediately I was at arm's length, he engulfed me in a warm hug. The smell of his cologne filling my nostrils and for once in a long time, I felt at peace.

We stayed like that for a while, and momentarily I forgot about it all. The pain, the sadness, the voidness I've always felt, the voices, my thoughts. I sighed in content, basking in the moment until it was ruined by someone's laughter.

Dad's laughter

"Baby, I know you adore me but can we at least get into the car. We can continue this at home" I immediately disconnected myself from him, being thrown into the harsh reality of life again.

I smiled again, this time it faltered a bit.

"Yes dad" I tried to say in the same voice while I entered the front passenger seat of the car while dad went to the driver's seat.
"Tell me about this term so far" dad said immediately he drove out of the school's compound. I sighed not in the mood to talk.

I rested my head on the seat and closed my eyes, pretending to be asleep in order to avoid this conversation.
"I know you are tired but don't think you are going to escape this so easily. I know why I'm going easy on you"
"Daddy, please I'm tired. Later" I said in a very low voice to make it seem realistic. He sighed "Fine"

I didn't lie, I was tired, not just physically tired. I was mentally drained and even that had a way to affect me physically.

School was supposed to be a place for me to escape my reality, a reality in which my mind had forced me into accepting. School was supposed to be my escape from that but even that was getting polluted now.

I was tired. Tired of it all, tired of the constant thinking, tired of constant feeling of the need to please people. I was tired of being the girl they expected so much from, I was tired of being compared to my sister. I was tired of Senior Mopelola and her antics, I was tired of myself. I was tired of life in general.

I missed those days that I was so carefree, I missed those days that I could go to bed without thinking of what a mess I was. Life in general sucked but that didn't mean I didn't have a role to play in it. I used my own hands to cause my own problems, so I guess I didn't have to right to complain about it either--

"Baby" I heard dad's voice call out to me softly and I opened my eyes to meet his worried ones "why are you crying?"
My palms immediately went to wipe my cheeks and I was indeed crying.
"It's nothing, maybe something entered my eyes" I said trying to look normal but my quavering voice betrayed me.

"Baby, do you want to talk about it?" Dad said still in that same calm voice. I noticed we were already at home and I sighed, thanking God.
"Daddy, I'm really tired, maybe tomorrow besides I already told you nothing is wrong with me" I said already opening the door of the car and getting out and dad did the same.

I tried to quicken my steps but of course he caught up with me.
"Baby, just tell me what is wrong" his voice was already sounding strained.
"Leave me alone" I said then ran into the house.

He didn't care before, why would he care now