Addie Kamara is a seventeen year old Christian girl attending a rich school in London. This story follows her life in 2023 in the months leading to her finals in July. In this time, friendships will be tested, new friends will be made, two amazing...
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Tendai Moyo Dube
Andrew, Jensen, and Mae went to the dispensary to get some medicine. I hadn't tasted the soup, so I stayed behind. I was left standing there, all eyes on me.
"Hey Midnight, you are in trouble for snitching to the Headmaster. You know what Kemi is like," Grayson said.
"Grayson, don't call her that," Tendai defended. "Kemi did something despicable to Adessa and her friends, and you want her to feel bad about snitching."
It was the first time that Tendai had ever stood up for me. I was shocked, and so was he. He couldn't believe that the words had come out of his mouth.
"Let's go, Tendai," his friend Fajir Eldridge said.
Tendai and Fajir walked out of the cafeteria. I too began walking off but not before hearing Grayson call me Darkie.
"I am sorry, Addie," Soren said. He had followed me out of the cafeteria.
"She'll pay for it, even if it's not today," I muttered.
Soren stepped forward and hugged me tightly. He turned and headed back into the cafeteria. I continued to class to pick a book then I headed to the library. After lunch, we had a free period followed by Physical Education.
I sat alone in the library, wanting to avoid questions from other students. I wasn't in the mood to discuss what Kemi had done. I held a book, pretending to read, but my mind kept drifting back to everything that had happened.
Mae didn't turn up for P.E and neither did Kemi, Liz and Raven. P.E. was better today, with no snide comments from Kemi or her friends. I could actually say I was happy.
I left the locker room earlier than everyone after P.E because I needed to see my friends before I left for home. I met Kemi with her mother near the staircases leading to the first floor as I was heading home.
Her mother was beautiful and elegant, with the poise of someone who might have been a model in a previous lifetime. It was evident that Kemi got her looks from her. Kemi never talked about her dad; her mom was the only one who ever came for school functions. Kemi told everyone that her dad was a busy man, but we all suspected that he wasn't in the picture.
Kemi's mom stopped when she noticed me.
"Listen, you little girl, stop making my daughter's life in this school difficult, or else you will see," she threatened.
This woman, who was way older than me, was threatening me. A young girl in high school—this was wrong.
"Excuse me, Madam, do you know what your daughter has put me through all these years?" I asked.
"I have warned you," she repeated. "Kemi, let's go."
Kemi and her mom walked away. How could Kemi's mom threaten me like that?
