Life After You. (A Kenyan Based Story)

Chapter 1,

14/10/2020

Based;Nairobi, Kenya.

I chose Alliancé français as the main place where this story would unfold, I have been there a few times but I can't remember everything about the place.

So Please please note, that I might add a few things that probably aren't available at Alliancé Français for this story to be perfect. I might also leave out other stuff.

So don't criticize. If you have anything you think is important for me to add, you can comment down below or write me a private message.

At the end of the day, this are fictional characters, events, names are all fictious, any relation to people you may know, whether alive or dead is a coincidence.

I really hope you love it a lot and share with your friends.

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"Harakisha." Her mum snaps at her, clearly irritated that she is taking so long to get out of the car. That's swahili for Hurry up.

It's a black c class Mercedes Benz that only her mum drives.

She quickly gets out of the car, holding tighter onto her backpack.

"Don't be late and don't embarass me." Her mum adds, before rolling her tinted window back up and hitting the road.

Donna turns to look at the building behind her, the famous Alliancé Français. It's a tall building with cream painted walls.

She takes a deep breath and walks towards it, up the front steps and past the glass doors. Security check doesn't take that long and she walks towards the reception area, her head buried under her hoodie.

"Hi! " She greets the woman at the desk.

"I'll be with you in a moment please. " She says kindly. "Take a sit over there." She says pointing at the bench directly opposite from her against the wall.

She hides her annoyance and walks over to the bench, placing her backpack next to her as she dips her hands in her hoodie pockets and looks around. It's a beautiful place. There is all kinds of art here, wall art of paintings,drawings and murals all around. Potteries too and other African inspired artistic materials decorate the room. To the right, one can see the stairs that lead to the other floors, and to the left, the café area. Right ahead, next to the receptionists desk is the elevator and to the very far right, an auditorium.

"I can swear she won't show. " A guy in a group of young people talks as they walk down the stairs,capturing  her attention and she rests her eyes on him. He's smiling now, looking down at the guy on the right. She notices how tall he is, with fair chocolate skin. His face is quite defined, a sharp jawline, defined cheekbones, thin lips and perfectly set eyes. Although his dreadlocks are tied in a ponytail, she can tell they are not very long, complimented perfectly by the side cut. He looks perfect in simple clothes too, a black T-shirt, skinny jeans and sneakers .

"She can't say no to you bro! " One of his friends says as they reach the exit. He seems to be the center of everyone's attention as he chuckles at all their comments. He looks egocentric, she judges.

His eyes meet Donna's and she quickly looks away, hiding her face behind her hoodie so he doesn't get a clearer look of what she looks like.

"Miss! " The receptionist calls and she walks up to her, only to find herself glancing behind her to find that the crowd has soon disappeared.