Today is monday. I hate mondays. Not just because they are the beginning of five days of torment, It's really more to do with the idea that they are an irrevocable fact that the weekend is well and truly over.
This monday started quite normal until fourth period when I bumped into Kemi Alao and her group of minions in the bathroom. They were standing in front of the mirrors when I rushed in. It was a bit embarrassing since they all went quiet staring at me.
Face heating up, I rush into a stall because I really needed to use the loo. Counting to twenty I let myself start. The whole time aware of the unnatural silence outside the stall. God this is awful! I thought silently. I really hated peeing with other people nearby. Who am I kidding? I hate people hearing me pee. I know its a natural function of my body but I have always thought it to be gross and so undignified. Not that I am an expert on dignified things, but still, who can take anyone serious when they are sitting on the loo?
When I step out of the stall Kemi and co are watching me like I am a bug they would love to swash. I mean really, it is the loos and people do use the actual toilet facilities, not just the mirrors to touch up their makeup. Then again I guess one would have to eat and drink to need the loos. (I give myself a mental high-five, sometimes I really was quite funny even when I didn't try).
"So is it true that you were with Sheni Oladapo at Dazzlers on Saturday night?" squeaks one of the minions. They were all copy versions of Kemi. This week it was black braids which hung past their shoulders and curled slightly at the bottom with identical make up.
Only for some reason Kemi stood out amongst them. Oh sure she was beautiful but sadly so were the minions as well. It could have been her air of confidence, attitude, condescending behaviour to everyone, or it could just be she is one of those people that glows, stands out? I was never quite sure why and seeing as she enjoyed picking on me at every given opportunity, it was an issue I had given a lot of thought to.
"Yes, and pigs really can fly". Kemi snorted while reapplying her lipgloss. Okaaay....I guess it's the condescending attitude. Pretending I don't realise they're talking to me, I wash my hands and attempt a quick get-away.
"Not so fast". Kemi stops me. In a blink of an eye she is already in front of me. I am startled. I could swear she hadn't moved at all. How did she move so fast? Or am I not paying attention again? I feel unease because that had been happening a lot to me lately. I seemed to be losing time every day. Just a few seconds at a time. But enough that I was becoming quiet aware of it. I had a lot of weird things already going on in my life, time loss was really not appreciated at the moment.
"I want an answer. WHERE. YOU. WITH. SHENI. ON. SATURDAY NIGHT?". I am jerked out of my thoughts as she spits out each word and I'm about to tell her where to shove it when I realise that even though the minions are eagerly listening to us, practically salivating about this showdown, Kemi isn't.
In fact she...she looks terrified. She reminds me of clips I've seen of deer caught in car head lights just before the inevitable impact, a mixture of shock and abject horror, a knowledge that what is coming isn't going to go well for them. For a second I want to push her to that car. I want to hurt her as much as she hurts other people but even I can not make a babysitting scenario turn into a romantic hot date.
Sheni's parents and mine are best friends. Which meant we grew up together and were also best friends until the summer we turned thirteen. He grew taller and dare I say it? broader? Even his voice broke in record time. But most crushing was his discovery of girls and even worse was their response to him.
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