Every Friday before we went home for our midterm break, we had a fair in the afternoon and a barbeque dinner by a campfire in the evening. We got to dress up, tell stories and play games until ten o'clock.
Like her cousin whom she usually referred to as sister, Adanna was made the Social Prefect. She had organized the event with Leilah, Joju and Mr Obadina.
The girl in the mirror with full eyebrows and plump lips was staring back at me and copying my every move. I hurriedly untied my satin scarf to reveal my gelled hair. Throwing it on my bed, I picked the lipgloss Nina had just dropped and applied it. My silver necklace with a butterfly pendant went around my neck. Six butterfly hair clips decorated my hair which I had parted in the middle and packed behind.
"Hurry up oh!" Ibidun shouted as she buckled her sandals. "It's almost five thirty."
I wore my sandals, adjusted my floral print chiffon jumpsuit and wore my crossbody bag.
We left five minutes later.
Firstly, I went to the IT lab and collected a camera from Mr. Maduka, the head of the IT department. With the knowledge that we were already ten minutes late, my friends and I bolted to the garden, where the event was holding.
Ada was undoubtedly a good party planner. The management had also been generous with funds; it showed in all the food that was being cooked nearby and the decoration and party must haves like bouncing castles and candy floss that we had had for the fair.
After saying hello to Leilah and Kike, Nina stayed with them and the rest of us went to meet the boys.
"MBG!" They shouted, upon spotting us in the distance.
We giggled, advancing towards them.
Whenever the guys saw us together, they called us MBG—Most Beautiful Girls. It was their way of making us feel flattered so they could get us in our feelings and use it to their benefits.
The boys sat on a picnic blanket under a mango tree. They dressed simply in shorts, t-shirts and sandals. Each person sat beside the person they were involved with romantically, except Muna, who sat alone by the edge.
Joju smiled when I sat adjacent to him, crossing my legs yoga style. He had on a blue and white horizontally striped t-shirt, a pair of white shorts and black sides.
As simple as his outfit was, he still looked dapper.
Chai, God dey create.
"Tee."
"Joju." I smiled, hugging him.
"How are you?"
"Good. Happy!" I sighed, relieved I was finally getting a break from all my responsibilities at school.
He chuckled amusedly to himself. His next words—which I assumed were questions on my well-being— were pushed down his throat by Maro and Idara's arrival.
"Sup!" We greeted one another.
The duo took their spot at the edge, unintentionally pushing Muna off the blanket and making her sit on the grass.
She huffed, wore her black sunglasses and looked into the distance.
I noticed Munachi started distancing herself from us. She was on her own, not saying anything when anyone talked or mingling with us. She looked lonely and jealous of all of us, of Lolu and IB that were laughing, Kari and Banji that were running around and giggling, Maro and Idara that were eating from the same cardboard box of popcorn while Maro read to her and Joju and I that were chatting.
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A Loner's Journey Through Lemonade Making
Teen Fiction*Formerly 'Yewande: Book 1 in the self series'* Upon hearing the famous quote: "When life gives you lemons, make lemonde", Yewande, an oddball, a lonely kite surveying the infinite sky at the mercy of the wind, makes an attempt at living by it. She...
