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
The weekend had gone really fast. Faster than I hoped it would, and I was back to being the most hated person on campus again. I kind of felt like I got better during the weekend. Although it wasn't too long for me to get myself together, I was satisfied with how everything felt better. Even the air felt better now. I felt less suffocated, plus, people were slowly beginning to forget about me again. At least I walked all the way to the cafeteria with less people looking at me, and with the whole world not cursing at me, and throwing stuff at me. A few more weeks and I was almost going to back to being a normal student again.
That wasn't the only thing about the weekend that I liked. Friday was my favorite of the three days I had spent at home. I still had dreams about it, and I still thought about him. About Jeremiah. I could still feel his hands on mine and the wind in my hair while we were on the horse. I could still feel his breath on me, but just like I thought it would, it didn't last. He never called me after that, or texted, even though I waited for him all day and night the days before. At a point, I thought I should've texted first. I was so close, but I had to stop myself.
It was just one of those things I prepared myself for anyway. I knew days like Friday only happened once with people like Jeremiah. I looked around the room hoping I could at least see him lurking, even though I knew Old money had their own cafeteria, so the chances of seeing him was almost close to none. Besides, I didn't really think he was in school today. I had checked earlier with his friend, Kingsley. He hadn't heard from him since Friday either. I knew I couldn't take anything he said seriously. I knew he was a good teaser, and a great casanova, but still, those memories we shared felt so right. They felt so good.
"It looks like someone had a splendid weekend. Look at you, smiling like a fool."
I raised my head to Grace, the moment I heard her voice. Did she mean that? Had I been smiling all along? I turned to my food. I had barely even touched it. I still had fork filled with chips, but I had barely raised it up from my plate. I was getting shy all of a sudden.
"Ohhhh, I was right." Grace sounded so excited. "You actually had a better weekend than I did."
"I actually did." I couldn't even help myself. no matter how hard I tried. I was smiling uncontrollably. It was obvious I was so happy.
"This is serious." She leaned closer to me. "Aren't you going to tell me what happened?" I pouted. I wanted her to make a guess. She knew exactly what I wanted. "Did you meet a boy?"
"Kind of." I told her.
She scoffed.
"Hustle o, make your best friend no de tell you kind of, because she don meet new bobo."
I chuckled. Grace was always so dramatic with things like this.
