Ghosts of the Past ✓ (EDITING)

Chapter Three.

Ahmed
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School.
School.
School.

That's the constant reminder I kept on getting at home and I'm very happy that we reopen today after the long vacation.

On reaching school, I noticed that Luke hadn't arrived yet. That's strange.

Oh, I forgot to tell, Luke's one of my best friends in school and he's also the school's senior prefect. I also have another best friend who you'll meet later on, I'm kidding, his name's Joshua.

Luke surely hasn't come to school, usually his family would be the first to arrive the school no matter the occasion, because his immediate younger sister, Idara, has this obsession with punctuality.

If she isn't punctual to a class, gathering or event, know that something is most definitely wrong with her, but meanwhile, his other sister, Faith or Faithy as we always like to tease her, does not, I repeat ‘does not’ give a damn about punctuality or whatsoever related to being early.

I've watched these three siblings closely, they are alike in different ways but different in so many ways.

While my best friend is the joker and the trobulemaker, the most crazed among the three, Idara is the calm and quiet one, more reserved, while Faith is the bubble surrounding them, well, that's because she herself is ‘bubbly’, in other terms, she can be classified as the most social.

After getting my things safely secured, I made my way out, just as I was approaching the entrance of the hostel to make my exit, I bumped into Luke.

I couldn't explain how elated I was to see him.

“Dude, how far na?, why you come school late today?”

He gave me a pointed look then cleared his throat,“10 o’clock na late for your eye?”

“But you usually come earlier than this na. Wetin happen today?”

“One word...Faith.”

“Wetin she don do this time?”

“I know, you cannot wait for gist, help me carry my things to the room first and I'll tell you, utang (Talk-talk).”

“Afonko utang.”(You too Talk-talk).

You see, the longer you live in Akwa Ibom State, the faster and more better you get in speaking their dialet. You know, since the larger population of this school consists of Akwa Ibomites, the teachers tend to also use the dialet when teaching some subjects and it doesn't help outsiders like myself, so I had started learning.

We put his things in place and went outside, I spotted my Dad talking to Luke's father and so to avoid unnecessary questioning, he decided it was best we take the other way to the cherry tree our parents liked meeting on days such as these.

We saw Joshua on the way munching on a tub of ice-cream like a five year old, we couldn't stop laughing at him. He told us he would meet us at the auditorium later and he trailed off with some SS2 chick, he was always the ladies man, any tip or advice you need on relationships, he's the right guy for you, just go for him and he'll sort you out.

We approached the cherry tree and smiles and greetings were shared.

I turned to my left and stole a glance at Idara, she looked beautiful, I mean people would call me crazy right now, no doubt our school uniforms are nice but seriously?

She had glowing skin, and her deep brown orbs did well to compliment her skin, it felt like ages since I last saw her.

Luke came close to me and nudged me in the side. “What?”, I whispered to him.