Ghosts of the Past ✓ (EDITING)

Chapter Two.

Saturday is here..

You know what that means.... SCHOOL!

That could be classified as my worst nightmare and unluckily for me, Faith had to keep delaying and now I'm an hour behind my normal schedule, I loved arriving school early but thanks to Faith's constant nagging, we are going by 10, which I most definitely do not like.

We were on the road now, taking two cars, Mom is riding with me and Faith while Luke is riding with Dad, I wonder how he's coping, Dad can be very intimidating when it comes to giving a speech. I'm sure he's telling Luke to avoid bad company, read his books and other stuff like that which I certainly don't need to hear again, Mom has made that very clear.

Right now, my little siblings are at home with our cousins who just arrived from Ghana, I really wish I could stay back at home but it would be a shame for me to miss school and then all my friends will  look me, but my Dad said that he would apply for a leave for the three of us after our tests, I'm happy about that fact I will surely need a break.

Faith had her earplugs in but from what she's humming, I can tell that she is listening to Duduke by her favorite singer, Simi. Mom was driving and me, well, I had my nose stuck in a book.

God help me if I forgot any of my novels at home, I would cry, they are my source of inspiration and motivation.

We have five minutes before we reach the school premises and I was so happy but luckily for me, someone is more hyped than I am, it's no other person but my crazed sister, Faith Johnson.

Dad took Luke to the boys hostel. We would meet under a cherry tree in front of the Principal's office later on when we are through with all the procedures.

When our driver made a U-Turn then driving into the road that led to the girls hostel, Faith finally looked up after what seemed like hours, finally noticing that we were in school. For her, she sees no difference between our house and the school, because she still has her phone with her, she's like the ‘social bee’ of her class, anyone and everyone knows her, which also means everyone knows me and Luke, but people would know him, since he was the senior prefect of our school.

This is me, the quieter version of the two, I'm a mixture of both of them, I can be calm and collected when I want to and I'm definitely not afraid to stand for the truth and I can also be very talkative.

Finding a parking space, we highlighted the car, I went to the boot to get my luggages while Faith stepped out. She sighted some junior girls and called them over.

“Nneka, Lia, come here.”

“Good morning seniors, morning ma.”

“Good morning dearies, how're you all doing?” Mom asked.ñ

“We are fine, Ma,” Nneka answered.

“Oya, carry these bags go hostel.”

Normal Faith, as lazy as ever. They came to get my own bags but I stopped them, I won't trobule them, they also came back today with us.

“Faith, leave these children alone let them go and rest too.”

“Sister, what is this now, A mme tong.”(You have started).

“Ntongoke mkpo ntekeed.” (I've not started anything ooo).

“Allow them to carry these bags jhoor, follow and rest for once.”

Mom finally spoke up,“Just allow them to carry it so that your sister will stop talking, before I get a headache.”

“You see, even Mummy agrees with me.”

“Okay, but just for today.”

“Yay!!!”

Sometimes I wonder if she's a teenager or a toddler. She's crazy.

As Nneka and Lia rolled our boxes to the hostel, I take my time walking, I always get fascinated by our school, no matter the amount of years I've been in it. From the natural and artificial trees giving both a natural vibe to it and the flowers planted at designated areas and the buildings, styled to perfection. It shows the picture-perfect example of an international school.

I mean who wouldn't want to send his or her child to such a prestigious institution, but the thing is, not everyone has that sort of money.

Reaching the hostel, I let Faith get her things checked before me, the perks of being an elder sister, after a few minutes when by, the matron called for me, bringing my box to my side, I bent down to open it but she stopped me.

“You can go in dear, there's no need for me to check you, I know you won't bring anything that your not supposed to.”

“Thank you Ma'am.”

While she and my Mom conversed, Faith and I took our school bags inside, luckily for us we were put in the same room and she was sleeping right beside me, I still don't get why this school does that, if you have a sibling in this school and you guys happen to be boarding, they'd put you in the same room with them, not that I'm complaining, Faith is a great gist partner.

After settling in, which consisted of me mostly helping Faith because she ‘could not do it’, we made our way outside to meet up with Mom.

Provisions were allowed so I was busy munching on a bag of chips that Faith took out of her locker and she didn't seem to notice since she was too busy on her phone.

“Faithy, what are you doing?”

“I'm chatting.”

“And you haven't noticed that I have been stealing your chips?”

“I have, I'll just eat your own when you open it.”

“Okay, but please, could you take your eyes off the phone and look at where you're headed to?”

“Alright.”

We got into the car and Mom drove to the cherry tree, we couldn't find Dad and Luke anywhere in sight, so we decided to wait, while waiting I caught sight of Luke, he was laughing with Ahmed and Joshua, his best friends.

Ahmed Ibrahim was the school's labour prefect, you know, all labour prefects as described by their names, were supposed to be harsh and cold-hearted, but he is quite sweet and caring but turns the exact opposite once one gets on his bad side.

Joshua Semek-obong, he's our Vice Principal's son, as such, comes with a lot of influence and power, he's the calm and collected one among the two idiots.

Once the reached the car, Dad arrived too. Ahmed's dad was with him and they were bought grinning from ear to ear. I wonder how the two of them are even friends, they are completely different but when it comes to Luke and Ahmed, I wouldn't say the same...

The two dad's prayed in different dialets, using English where necessary so that the two parties would understand. After that I got my pocket money and made my way to the school's auditorium where my friends agreed we would meet.

I pulled out my phone and went through my Insta feed, I felt a presence beside me and I turned to see Ahmed...

Oh great...one of them followed me.

Only for me to glance at the door and find the other two smiling at me.

Why are they smiling?

I turned to Ahmed and he was smiling.

Why is he smiling?

This can't be good...

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Chapter Two out and rollin'

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Much love,
Tani.