Carton High School of the arts. The school Adelia Greene has ever dreamed of finally accepts her. She moves from Italy, all the way to a small town in New York to attend the school. Her dream of being a writer is coming to pass, at last.
Ezekiel Ree...
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Did people from here form the habit of following strangers in this country? If that's what they did, I guess the first visit I had gotten wasn't supposed to hit hard on me than I had expected.
"Sorry, I didn't mean to interrupt your lovely home," I dropped the coffee cup I was holding on the table and allowed my brain to process what he had to say.
I glared at my mum, she had a shocked, yet more of a surprised expression. At least he was polite. Trust me, never mess with an African mother. Just, never be rude, never be brutal, and never even think of passing by them without greeting. The first appearance always matters.
"How may we help you, young man?" My mum asked, being curious at a boy around my age coming to visit us after I had just walked into the apartment.
"Sorry, it was a mistake, ma. Wrong door number," he gave a slight smile. He was nervous as I saw his hand run through his hair repeatedly.
He quietly walked back, glancing at me one more time before walking away. My mum shut the door and turned to look at me. 5 4 3 2 1...
"Ah, wait," she paused for a second to recall what had just happened as her thick Sierra Leonean accent tensed up the room, "who is he?" she narrowed her eyes and looked at the door. It was a habit with every African mother, for real.
"Hm, why are you asking me? He said the wrong door." I shrugged my shoulders, trying to sneak away from the room before she asked me any further questions.
"Why is she even hm-ing? What happened?" She questioned dryly, already knowing that I was avoiding something.
She gave me a look that said, 'don't waste my time,' so I spoke up, "I met him at the coffee shop."
"And what happened? What did you do this time?"
"Mum, I didn't do anything, I swear-"
"Stop swearing Maruwu," she scolded. Urgh, this was the part I hated. She didn't have to use it whenever I did something wrong.
"Sorry about that."
"You better be, now continue with the talking. I'm all ears."
I sighed, then continued, "I have this allergy effect, and I have no idea where it came from." I raised my hand to show her my palm. She looked at them, and her eyes widened.
"Jesus Christ, Adelia, what happened?"
"That's the point, and I don't know. When the waitress brought the coffee, I tried to carry the cup, and it burned. Then all of a sudden, the guy was holding my hand and blew air on it and called for one of the waiters to get iced water."
