The life of PaperBoy

MY GROWING UP(II)

WARNING:This chapter contains explicit provocative content. Don't read this if you're a natural PaperBoy hater or an extreme Christian.
And the characters in this story exist and are not any manner of imagination (lol although they might feel that way to u because their attitude is unbelievable).
Don't read this if you know u are one of these characters and would attempt to beat me afterwards.

THANK YOU: I'm definitely not saying thank u but keep the votes coming. Help yourself and your people get more enlightened by continuing the damn story.

Mini-note: There is extreme sarcasm in this chapter. All sarcastic sentences would be underlined for easy identification.

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My mum ... was dead?

That was a bad joke.

I punched him as hard as my little hands could muster. Your First punch always hurt ur hand for days( for those who haven't started punching yet).

NB: Never tell PaperBoy bad news at close range.

After regaining from the shock of the punch, he told me again.
"Bro I'm for real. She's dead for real. I'm sure u didn't know that's why u could still act normal this morning " . Actually, I would have acted normal if I knew already anyways. Smh. This guy was playing with me. I was about to loot out another punch before I was held by his classmates. Suddenly Bosola appeared. Wow... my day was going very great. She had that puppy eye for me too. I looked away.

I walked away.

Walked away from school.

I didn't cry....

So I ran home as fast as my little legs could carry me at that time. The rain was down pouring very heavily. Wasn't as heavy as the grief that was building in my heart.
One or two cars nearly hit me on the way.
Lol. At that time, I didn't know I had these powers yet and couldn't die (oh , lol, I haven't told u about these powers yet. Eventually you'd know about it).
Finally I was home panting heavily. Soaked up in the rain but I didn't feel any cold.
So I was about bringing out the key from my... oh shit... could this day get any better? I left my house key in my bag. And I left my bag at school. Isn't God good?
I started banging the gate with the hope of someone being inside.
I wondered if my dad would be home... after all... he hasn't been himself lately, who knows where he might be?
I banged the gate even harder... the rain was down pouring even heavier. Best day of my life!

Victor! Yeah, I didn't remember victor following me to school. He could be home. I banged the gate even harder before it hit me... directly on my forehead...

Someone had thrown me the house key from the window.

It was victor... boy I was glad he was home! But when I remembered why I came home, I hurriedly opened the gate.

"Victor! Someone told me mummy is....!"

Something was off. My brother was sitting on the dinning chair... holding a fork... the fork was in the spaghetti but he just kept on whirling the fork in the plate wondering off into space. He looked like someone that had seen a ghost.

"Victor! " I quickly locked the door and hurried in to see what was actually wrong with him.
Like I said, he looked like he had seen a ghost.