Last Price ✓ (Book 1 in the Last Price Series)

two:: human

"But I'm only human,

and I breathe

when I fall down."

"I still don't get why you couldn't have sent me to Tokyo instead." Josephine whined as she waited for the plane to start allowing people to board.

"Tokyo was never an option." Her father said sadly.

He was going to miss his first child. Sure she was the pure definition of trouble, and she didn't know when to speak, or even how to speak for that matter, but she was still flesh of his flesh and he loved her like himself.

"Why?" She asked, gripping her luggage tightly.

"Because you watch way too much anime. I think I even heard you muttering in your sleep about how Sasuke is still hot even after fathering a child."

She laughed sheepishly.
"I don't even like Sasuke. You know, after he left the Hidden Leaf Village and all."

Sadly, her Naruto obsession had not died. Not only had she watched Naruto, Naruto Shippuden,  all the movies and Boruto, but she had also read all the manga as well.

Her father shook his head, a wide smirk on his face. "If I remember correctly, he left in Naruto, before the Shippuden or even Boruto. I didn't raise you up to be keeping grudges."

She sighed. "Ah, I guess you didn't."

"And the anime thing was a joke by the way. It's really because we have no one to watch over you there. And also because we haven't really ever thought about it." He said, as his eyes  flickered towards his wife who had been watching their banter.

She was still beautiful after all these years, he thought. Even after giving birth to two children she till had her petite figure, her narrow waist too inviting for him to concentrate. Thank God, he had found her when he did, because he couldn't imagine a world without her and his children in his life.

She smiled at her husband, she loved him so much.

Her eyes flew from him to their first daughter.

Oh, she loved her so much too.

Oh so dearly.

That was why she had to send her to Lagos. She didn't want her daughter to end up like a spoiled brat. She also didn't want her daughter to curl into a ball and passively accept wrong. She wanted her to be respectful to herself and other people, while still being able to stand up for what was right.

She knew her brother was not the best person to send her daughter to, since he was always at work, (he owned a micro finance bank), but he had quite the fortune and also, he was the only sibling still in Nigeria.

She wanted her child to be able to do something not because she thought it would make people laugh by goofing around, but something that would better her future. She could even do both at the same time and become a comedian or something.

She would support Josephine in whatever decision she made.

Grace sat behind them, quietly on the new phone her father had bought for her recently. Grace, despite being 4 years younger than Josephine, looked exactly like her. They could even be mistaken for twins!

Grace tried to be one of those phlegmatic British people she had learnt about in school as her troublesome sister was being sent half way across the country. She and her sweet Josephine never got along, but they still cared for each other more than they let on nevertheless.