SWEET REVENGE ~ (Editing On-going)

Chapter 9

Nene's POV

As days went by, I spent my time watching my favorite TV shows, eating, sleeping, and of course studying.

Lola would always send me the topics that were taught, for me to study and keep up. I have done all of the assignments that I missed, I only need to submit them when I resume.

Lola went out of her way to plead with each lecturer to give me a 'no-deadline' to submit my assignments.

In my spare time, I went online to get information on how to prepare pepper spray. I decided to make my pepper spray because the one I bought from the supermarket, the pepper wasn't as hot as I had expected it to be. It just wasn't made to my satisfaction.

I want to be ready the next time that L.D. guy crosses my path and tries to harass me. I want the pepper to be so hot when I spray it into his eyes.

I want it to sting his eyes so badly that he'll think twice the next time he tries to approach me. This is a battle I hope to win. Ooh! He messed with the wrong girl.

I prepared the pepper mixture using Cameroon pepper. I was so happy with my DIY pepper spray project. I felt so good preparing the pepper mixture step by step.

(●P.S: Cameroon Pepper, like the name suggests, is a species of pepper commonly grown in Cameroon, a country in Central Africa.

The pepper is very, I mean, very hot. Adding a little quantity to a meal can make the food very hot and spicy. Adding a lot of it to a meal is a really bad idea.

DIY is an acronym that stands for 'Do-It-Yourself').

I poured my pepper mixture into tiny fancy spray bottles. I arranged each pepper spray bottle in a container that had a lid. I gave out a sigh of relief after I was done packing.

Saturday came, and I was so reluctant to get out of bed. As I said my prayers, I asked God to protect me from L.D. and his gang of miscreants.

After breakfast, Mum told Tona to move my suitcases to her car boot while she packed food and other essential provisions for Lola and I.

I started sweating profusely and my heart began to race. I felt a pain in my chest each time my heart beat. I feel the pulsation creates a rhythm for music. I was scared! Scared to the extent, that I was imagining my heartbeat creating a rhythm. I was scared of going back to school.

To think I was so excited about the idea of moving to campus to live my life free of my parents, but now, that idea is no longer as exciting as I thought.

Instead of looking forward to enjoying my independence, I began to dread it. I just don't want to leave home.

I needed to calm down. I was shivering and sweating a lot. I ran to my bathroom, locked the door, and began to speak to my reflection in the mirror:

"Nene, you can do this! You've got the pepper sprays! Be calm! Don't be scared! You can do this! God will protect you!...
He's just a student like you! You can deal with him. Just try and avoid him as much as possible... control! Control! Self-control! Nene, Calm down!..."

"Nene! Nene!" I heard Mum call out to me.

"Are you ready? We are waiting for you!" Mum called out from the living room.

"I'll be out in a minute!" I yelled.

Oh God, I need like five more minutes, not a minute. Why did I tell Mum I'll be out in a minute? I took a last look at my refection and did the sign of the Holy Cross while I muttered: