The Elites is a story about the inside lives of rich, spoilt elite kids, depicting the struggles they have to go through to prove themselves to the world, and to themselves as they seek to find acceptance, power, inheritance, Trust , Truth and love...
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Kora
My phone churned again. It was the sixteenth time today and I had never been so irritated.
Why did he keep texting?
I couldn't help but ask myself every time the lights on my phone's screen came on and his name popped up. "Perv" that was how I saved the number of the stranger that kept calling me Mark even though I had explained to him that he had a wrong number. I turned back to my bed, with the only intention of ignoring his texts just as I did the whole of the day before and focusing on the mathematics equation in front of me which was kind of hard to concentrate on because he kept texting.
Yes,
I was taking maths classes now, thanks to my mum who thought it was better than staying at home doing nothing. It was better if I bettered myself before I got into NAUN next year. I still wasn't sure if I wanted to accept Peter's offer to help yet.
My phone churned again.
On God, If I ever reached for my phone, I already prepared a head full of harsh words to throw in his face. I reached for my phone and then opened it. Straight to my messages.
"Hey Mark, please talk to me....."
"Mark I know this is you. I need you to text me back please. I need an address, there's someone I need you to find urgently. You remember right? The lady we talked about last week?"
"You promised to give me a feedback, I know you're only acting like this is not you because you're scared of getting caught. I won't get you into trouble, I promise."
Those were just a summary of all the messages I had gotten lately. Whoever he was, he was messing with the wrong girl and I was just about to let him know.
"Don't you ever stop?"
I texted him back. It delivered. I could see it. I held my breath, staring into my phone, anxiously waiting for him to read it and then reply. I had to put an end to whatever that was. I bit on my fingers nervously staring at the picture of me and Luke on my wallpaper.
Read!
He had opened the message and was trying to reply.
"Mark, thank God. I thought you were never going to send me a text. What's up?"
Scoff!
How many times did I have to say this over and over again?
"Look, I don't know who you are, but whoever it is, you have the wrong number. My name is Kora. Kora, not Mark. I have no idea who Mark is. The only Mark I know is a six year old boy who lives down my street." I didn't even know why I bothered to explain myself at that point.
"Come on man, listen. I promise, just do this for me one time. Do this for me and I'd never forget. I promise no one is going to know. I need to find her man. I need to find her before I get back. That could be the only chance I'd get to see her, from the airport."
