Operation Senior Year : Edwin|✓

014| Sisters in disguise 👩‍❤️‍👩🖤

Before I start, this chapter is for @Purpledeeza who's given me a lot of advice for this book.
I'm grateful 🙏.

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Edwin Amarachi James-Ohaneze

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She has curves something your skinny body can never contend with.

I pressed my eyes shut.

I think you're jealous.

Deep breaths, Ed.
Deep breaths.

' Is she your daughter?'
The woman asked my mother.
'Oh yes, she is,'
Mother said, smiling.

'Then I guess she's the ugly duckling.'
She said to Mother, chuckling.

I closed my eyes shut and pursed my lips together.

"Edwin!"
It was Adeyemi. He was sitting down Infront of me, his eyes held worry.

"Edwin, are you okay?"
Remi asked.

Everyone one on the table was looking at me now.

Including that bastard.

"I don't know."
I muttered quietly.

"Is it the food?" Oba asked.

I looked down at my Yam and stew. I shook my head.

"Someone said really bad words to me and it's put me in a bad mood."
I said slowly.

Thankfully there wasn't any outside prep today.

It was Saturday night, there are no preps on Saturday.

It all happened on Friday and since then I've been in a bad mood.

"But you've been like this since yesterday," Esosa said.

"You didn't eat yesterday.
Or this morning. You sure you're okay?"
Adeyemi asked.

"Or are you sick?"
Remi quipped.

I shook my head.
"I'm not hungry anymore and I'm heading to the hostel.
See you later,"
I said standing up from my chair, water bottle in hand and heading to the hostel.

When I got to my room, I quickly unlocked the door and bounced on my bed.
I closed my eyes, thinking happy thoughts. Thoughts about my bright future and throwing everybody who'd ever doubted me in the mud.

I did not know when I slept off.

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'Debra, what happened?'
I asked in urgency.
'Debra?'

She sniffled.
'It's my parents.'

'What about them?'
I asked.

'My dad knows we have no money but he went ahead to borrow 3million for that his business!'
She yelled, breaking down in tears over the phone.

'Deb, calm down.'
I said to her.

'I can't! I hate my life! I hate my life so bad! Bank managers are at our house yelling so bad I want to strangle them. They're yelling at my dad as if they know what it feels like for your business to crumble and be broke in such a stupid country called Nigeria.'
Deb vented out.

I couldn't pretend like I understand her. Because I don't. We've always had money. Even before my grandfather was conceived.

'Should I come over so we can talk?'
I asked.

I imagined her shaking her head.
'No. I'll come over.'

•

"Winnie, my darling, are you crying?" Oba said, rushing over to my bed from the door.

I was crying. From my sleep.

Oba pulled me into a hug and sat on my bed, looking at me with concern.

"Who hurt you, Ed? Tell me now so I'll kick some ass,"
Nneka said to me.

I smiled a little. Esosa sat on my bed beside Oba, while Bri settled on Nneka's bed.

"Why are you crying, b? You have not said a word to us and we're worried. Who hurt your feelings?"
Esosa asked.

"It was Rodney," I said quietly.

   Oba gasped and pulled me away from the comfort of her hug to look at my facial expression.

"What did he say to you?"
Bri asked with her usual soft and calculating voice.

I narrated every thing to them.

"That stupid stupid boy!" Oba said in annoyance. "I know he likes Beauty, but it's completely one sided and it's getting ridiculous and annoying!"

"He's gone too far!" Esosa exclaimed.

"I'll give him a piece of my mind, when I see him again.
What kind of body shaming is that?" Nneka asked.

"I just feel so ugly right now, is it my fault that I'm like this? I've done everything I heard can increase my weight, and nothing worked.
His words stung,"

"You've done everything except plastic surgery,"
Esosa chipped in, causing Bri to give her a playful slap on her forehead.

"And you will not do that. As your friends, we won't let you do that. You are beautiful. If you think not, remember Zendaya. She's slim and pretty and confident. You should be too!" Nneka said to me, causing me to smile.

"Honestly," Bri's quiet voice said to me. "I wish I looked more like you. When I saw you, the only thought that crossed my mind was just how pretty you were."

My eyes widened.

"I wish I wasn't so curvy, honestly." Nneka said. "It makes a lot of jerks and morons think I'm open to being their girlfriends just because I'm curvy.

The catcalls, the eye rape, all those things that curvy girls face, it gets too much. Yet, the society wants us to be grateful and to feel lucky.

It truly sucks," she completed.

"But all in all, we're sorry my stupid cousin said all those stuff to you. He's an ode. I'm sorry he made you feel that way." Oba said to us.

"We love youuuuuuu!"
Esosa said.

I did not doubt that one bit.

"Thanks guys, a lot." I said to them, but they only just threw their arms around me in a bear hug.

These were my sisters in disguise.

   But for some reason, my eyes lingered on Beauty's bed.