After overhearing my brother plan a murder I wondered if I should call the police. Because he behaved as if his ancestors massaged his brain like Fufu.
I sat on my bed, hearing my phone buzz from underneath the pillow, I took it out and saw who was calling
Dami
A sad smile played on my lips "hello? "
"Hello, is This Hannah Crest? "
"Ah? Its me na who else? " I asked incredulously. It had been a while. She always remembered me, no, the always remembered people. She was that friend you would never forget and neither would she forget you.
"You sure say you no fake? " She asked, not believing at all.
"Damilola, I said that it is me. " I chuckled " what's up"
"What is up is that you traveled overseas and forgot about everybody. You couldn't even call or send a message, the message I sent to you from Instagram is still there, you haven't replied. "
"Ewo, I am so sorry. I've been busy. "
"Mhm, busy. You are busy enjoying life na, you are just flexing. Just dey flex dey go " she said accusingly.
"Look, I had stuff going on. Like real shit stuff and I totally forgot, I'm really sorry, you know I love you" I pleaded
"Eeeh, you are now talking like oyinbo. It has only been two months oh, Hannah. Only two months. Yet you are talking like American, how will you not forget us? "
"Dami, I already apologized! You don't know half the things that happens to me and then you call! The first thing you do is bombard me with questions! If you must know —my life is horrible here! I'm –I'm not flexing or enjoying Damilola, I am suffering. It's hell and I'm trying. My heart feels like its constricted every time I step foot in that school. My pride is gone, as if i even had any. Every where Is paining me and they just won't stop. I'm trying to be strong, I really am. I no fit again, honestly, I'm tired. School Is hell, heck, Life is hell! I miss home Dami. The humiliation is getting out of fucking hand! " my voice shook "I'm tired, of... Everything " I whispered. Maybe I over exaggerating but I was dying on the inside
"What happened?! " she spoke louder
"Life happened " I replied weakly "its been the worst two months of my life"
"Then leave " she whispered
I took in a breath "I can't go back and you know that, how can I tell my parents I'm being bullied? Its humiliating... I'm just so... Confused " the tears slid down my cheeks "my mother would be so disappointed " squeezing my eyes shut I imaged how she would scold me and tell me I should have tried enough.
"Shush, its okay. I'm sorry, I just thought that—"
"I'm living the life" I snorted, cutting her off
She breathed "you'll get through it, I know you will whalai, please don't cry"
"Okay"I whispered "anyways, see you soon... I guess"
The line went dead and I slid into my bed. If only I wasn't so black, I won't have to endure this. And if I go home what do I tell them? I'd have to have a good reason.
I took some drugs and slid into my cover hoping to catch a dreamless sleep.
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The next day my fever was stronger, getting out of bed was not an option and to my greatest surprise Pedro came knocking at my–Mordecai's room– door.
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I Am Black
Teen FictionMy school isn't like every other highschool. It's horrors are tucked neatly inside the walls of the place, unbeknownst to new foreign students like me. They could've chosen another school for me, but fate brought me here instead. 'It might not be s...
