MISERIES

THE HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU!

LANRE

Everyone was told to head back to their dorm rooms, lock the doors and remain there until further notice.

This brought both good news and bad news.

The good news is classes were cancelled and so was every test meant to be held today.

The bad news is that I couldn't get to relay my plan to the others. And given that we were probably going to be here indefinitely I didn't know when opportunity will present itself to me.

I needed to get out of this place as soon as possible.  And the only possible way to accomplish that is with the help of certain people.

Staring at the ceiling for so long made me so dizzy and lightheaded, I felt it come closer.  Like it was shrinking in size every second. Like any moment from now it'll catch up with me and consume me like burning flames.

I snapped out of it almost immediately, my breathing heavy and uneven. It felt so real. Anxiety was getting worse each day.

Hallucinations. Stage two.

I couldn't keep track of all the feels. I had to leave the dorm.  I contemplated sneaking through the doors but the chance of me making it to the moors without being caught was very slim.

I decide to meet up with an old friend: window.
I've gotten quite familiar with the art of jumping down from windows given my house was a three storey building my room being on the second floor.

I took a good look at mg roommate. A junkie. Well he's in withdrawal. Or so they think.

He won't rat me out. He couldn't care less. Taking one final glance at his unconscious self,  lI slid the window open, helping myself out.

TOBE
They had put me  in some kind of confinement room. They called it the "stress-relieve room". It didn't live up to its name. It made me worry even more. Making me ten times worse.

I had just gotten out of the room when I had the encounter with Princess in the hallway. A feisty one she is.

I hated her. I hated everything she said. I hated this school. I hated the students. But most of all, I hated the fact that whatever she said was true. I know it. And I hated it.

Ever since I was little I have always sought out for some kind of validation or agreement with whatever decision or action I was a bout to embark on or take.

From whether these colour of clothing brought out my eyes to whether I would appear more acceptable if I happen to be this person that I might most definitely not be comfortable with.

It was always so important for me to hear people agree with whatever I had to say. Some people said it was as a result of the  negligence of my parents to me as a child. Their nonchalant ever busy lifestyle was what made me like this they said.

But it was a lie. And I knew it. I'd never admit it.

AMINA

For the past 64 hours all I could think about was all centered on two things. Lanre and Lanre's words.

Don't get my words twisted.  I hate Lanre. Even more than I love myself. And that's to say something.

But the idea of actually leaving this place was so tempting I was willing to put my hatred aside.
I snapped out of my thought when I heard a knock on my window. Given that it was dark and there was a murderer on the loose I couldn't help but feel a whole jittery about the knock on my window.

They knocked again. I sprung out from my bed. It was only then that I realised my roommate was no where to be found.
Weird.
Opening my drawer, I took the pocket knife I had successfully smuggled into the school.
The search team was shit.
I carefully made my way to the window grabbing the torch on my way. Taking a deep breath. I counted to three turned not the torchlight and faced to the window.

Whoever was on the other end got quite a scare as they held their hands to their face to reduce the light intensity momentarily forgetting their hands was their grip support seeing as they were on the second floor of a building. 

A soft thud indicated that whoever it was had a successful fall. I made my way to the window again opened them and looked down only to be met by the distorted absolutely in pain stricken face of Lanre.

I mentally slapped myself for being scared of  this hipster.

'Mind telling me why you decided to go all ninja on me in the middle of the night when we all are supposed to be locked in our dorms? Or is this some way of you making a statement?"

'Well hello to you too"

"What are you doing here, Lanre?"

"Uh no worries I can get up my self. Thanks for asking anyways."

"I wasn't planning on doing so. Stop feeding your self with delusions"

"Copy that"

"So do you mind answering my previous question?"

"Ah yes. I mean no. English is hard."

"Anyways-

"It's anyway"

"Huh?"

"Anyway. You said anyw- never mind. Carry on."

"Okay...well then. Two words. Stage one."

"Stage one of what?"

"OILRCIDBH"

" You actually expected me to grab that?"

"I have high expectations of you "

"Mind telling me what it means?"

"Operations I'm Leaving Reform Cause I Don't Belong Here"

"Did you just make that up?"

"Will it be more tolerable if I said yes?"

"Yes"

"Well then yes. Absolutely. "

"Back to the point."

"Oh right. It's time for stage one."

"And what exactly does stage one entail?"

"Only the most crucial and hardest part"

"Which Is?"

"Getting the others on board."

"Okay. And how exactly is this hard.  Crucial I understand.  But hard? Please...How hard can it be?

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'No.'

'I'm sorry what?'

'No.I'm Sorry, were you expecting me to jump in your arms? No I didn't think so too.'

'Daisy come on. This is for your own good and benefit. You're not doing me a favour. You're actually doing you a favour. "

"Was that supposed to change my mind? Well I got to break it to you. It's not happening. Whatever it is your planning to do won't work. So don't bother. And get off my window."

I jumped and turned sighing.

"And hey!?"

I turned. You could literally see the glimmer of hope in my eye.

"It's Princess, you dork.  You couldn't even get my name right."

She scoffed and slammed the door.

Hopefully Lanre would have a better outcome.

I spoke too soon.