FSA journals: Trapped in her own game

The Re-lit fire

Serena (POV)

I tried everything, I begged and pleaded but all to no avail . I've called non stop for the past three days and he refused to pick my calls, he wouldn't even listen to me at school .To make a long story short he wasn't willing to forgive me and my ego has been bruised enough. I love him, God knows I do, but its getting too much . I have to show him that I've still got dignity. I stopped calling him and spent all day ignoring him . Days turned into weeks and I was healing slowly from all the hurt . It was traumatizing, one minute I was on cloud 9 and then another I was locked in an unimaginable yet complex misunderstanding that seemed so easy to resolve yet different forces kept opposing its resolution. It was like seeing the promise land and yet never being able to step a foot in it . Julie was comforting to hang out with, she was the crazy, loud, funny type who always kept me on my toes . One morning, I woke up to the first message from Mitch in nearly three weeks . Talk about reverse psychology.

I bathed and got ready for school this time in an original $w@gy@¢ole black pepylon blouse with ash trousers and black knee high boots from their harmattan collection, cost me nearly a fortune and I held it together with a star shaped pendant , I loved $w@gy@cole their colours were bright and inviting, the texture of their fabrics and its durability. Talk about value for money . I drove Quin, Julie, Joan,Kayla and   Joanne to school.

I begged them to come along cause I really needed to forget my problems and hanging out with them always seemed to do the trick . I had an amazing day at school, afterwards the girls and I went to a new mall that opened a few days a ago,  I didn't even wanna go home, we had dinner and I took them home . As I got ready for bed, I heard my phone beep . I grabbed it and it was Mitch again . I wondered if I should reply . Maybe not, No way, I had to know what he had to say. He asked how I was and I said fine. We spoke a while and then he asked me the big question.

" Do you still love me?  "

I hesitated, but of course I did but I wasn't ready to let him off that easily .I replied

"I don't know . "

He begged me for a second chance and I gave him a care free

" OK" reply . That night I dreamt happy,  hopeful dreams, I slept so soundly .  Finally everything is falling back into place again . The way it should be . The next morning I hummed while having my breakfast . My mom must have thought I had gone mad cause I offered to actually cook something. I ate and brushed my teeth and got dressed in a white tank top with a knee length,  high waist African print skirt from $w@gy@¢ole's  2012 harmattan collection with anckle boots from their monsoon suprise special . Special offer . To think that all this happened because of his gossiping gang, eii afei de3 mm3ma adane nk)k)nsafo) (boys of today have become gossips) . While walking to my car, I stumble but luckily I manage to balance myself, aye heels a girl's best and worst friend , I've got sharp reflexes and yes I'm proud of it . Hehe while inserting the car's keys into the lock, I notice the rosery he gave me and a smile soon tugs at the sides of my lips . I wonder how we'll react in school today  ......

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