WHEN THINGS GO WRONG (light copy)
By Xcalzy Zaza
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* WHEN THINGS GO WRONG * by Xcalzy Zaza.
[Check it out and tell me what you think.... my first FB story. May be quite long but ope u enjoy it. ]
As I lay on the floor with blood all over...red blood stains all over my body. The excruciating pain was insane. I cried myself for hours wishing that sum1 would come to my aid...I was just 18. My eyes ran vividly thruout d dark room; it was 9:45pm as the gates were shut. Jimmy was no where to be found. I quickly stretched my thin hand in the aim of locating my phone which lay helplessly on the blooded floor. All my mouth could mutter was "Whyy?". I guess I never got a reply to that question.
I cant tell you my story without telling you about myself. Am Adetiola by name; fondly called Deti by my close friends. I grew up in the sub-region area of Ogun state. My dad being the richest in Aketu-Oja made me even more popular. I was loved by all most especially my classmates in school. I never knew what it meant to be poor; I was born with a spoon with silver coating.
I could comfortably bear the name "beautiful" cos that's how you would describe me. I was born fair in complexion, average in height, long hair, slim and very curvy: I was created perfect. I had what would make every guy fall for me; my beauty was without dispute. Every one knew Adetiola adeleke. Being the only girl in a family of three was a work load for me, as my mum always tried to create a "workaholic" out of me.
I wasn't the type that would "fall" for every cute guy i saw though i had a dozen "lovers" around. I had built my world with a sense that everytin would happen at its appointed time( Maybe that was the religious side of me). As the only girl and as an 'Adeleke', I was pampered beyond imagination: I had everything. I guess my excess comfort made it difficult for most guys to approach me or rather "ask me out" as many would say. Despite my introversy and years of solitude, I knew I wanted someone close to my heart. Someone that i could trust, love and cry with...someone like Jimmy my Secondary school teacher.
Jimmy Charles was our Physics teacher. Popular called "Jimmy" by his coworkers and "Jim Jim" by my class girls. He was elegant, dark, tall, athletic in build and had such lovely voice like that of a nightingale; he was every lady's dream. Jimmy was a perfect description of a fantasy i had created as a child. It was new school year and new teachers were introduced to the school. A new principal was brought in so policies were changed which included the removal of "aged" teachers. I remember the bright cool morning when the list of names were called as all the "fresh" teachers marched in front of the assembly hall...that was when i first saw him. As all the students cheered and jeered at the "new converts", they were quietened down by the principal. Principal Okoye was a man who loved discipline. He had a self motivational personality; I guess that was why he was brought into our school.
It was 7:25pm, as I lay with books scattered all over my bed. I had tons of assignments to do but I seemed distracted by my thoughts. I had secretly crept out of dinner from our dinning table so as to have my quiet time alone in my room. I was not always interested in long dinner hours with the family. My younger ones; Teju & Akande could spend long hours eating even a morsel of meat.
It was such a cool evening so I wore a little skirt and a petit top with floral design. My hair was all wavy as the cool evening breeze blew across my room from my window. I stared at my school notes but couldnt come up with anytin else: My mind was definitely busy with sumtin....some one. I remember smiling to myself as i stared even harder at my chemistry text book yet i couldn't make out a word. My fantasy was becoming more exciting. Jimmy... i could hear myself say. Oh! Jimmy i cried! I hadn't felt this way before for anybody not even the cute ones that approached me on daily basis. It was some sort of magic, I thought to myself. As I laid flat on my bed with both eyes shut, i imagined my previous day in school were all the new teachers were introduced. I just couldn't help but smile. I was quickly brought back to the real world by the sound of my phone. Its buzzing sound and melodious ringtone startled me. I slowly picked up the phone; pressed it deeply beside my ear , I said hello. The person on the other end was cracky. Hello?.. Hellooo?, I said. Still its cracking noise couldn't let me figure out the voice. In my irate bid to hang up, I heard a voice. A voice I would never forget even till I close my eyes in death. In a soft but piercing tone I heard : Hello, its me Jim.. I froze immediately.
