The time is now 7:10pm to be exact. The show just called for a break and after such, they'll move from group stunts to singles.
I haven't seen him yet...
Hope me no put on me clothes come 'round here only fi him no deh no weh.
To my left is Kyan, chatting up a storm with a group of guys. If she does nothing, she ago seek out who seems to be important and talk to them.
*Social butterfly*
The soft evening wind comforts my skin as I stand with my arms folded– scanning the crowd again. Where is this little boy? I only came here for him to see me outside my uniform...
... outside my house clothes.
Mi want him see say me no need fi compete with a 19 year old, ova no boy.
*She needs to compete with me*
Petty... yes it all sounds petty, but a so me stay. Fi years me hold down my head and mek people say this and do that... well not anymore. I'm going to make her work fi keep him attention.
How is she threatened by his friend?
*Friend??? Girl*
Falling on boredom, I go back to watch my story— specifically to look at the viewers.
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He's at the top.
Good...
"Watch yah see you friend yah," Kyan pauses her conversation with the guys to point her lips at Miss Uwi herself.
She's with a younger girl, who actually looks my age... She looks like her too. They're both standing on the other side of the street, searching the crowd as much as I am.
"Murdaaa watch yah–watch yah–watch yah," kyan continues her excitement.
This time it's fueled by the fact that Melli has started cheering his name extremely loud.
My eyes follow the direction of Kyan's head and surely enough, there he is– riding out.
The pace of my heartbeat quickens and for a second I feel small...
For a second I feel like the girl I am at school...
For a second I think of grabbing Kyan and leaving...
