Everything that has happened was taking a huge toll on her mental health. After all the series of events yesterday, she couldn't do anything than to cry. She cried for wishing for a life she knows she can never have. She cried of being looked down upon and she cried because she couldn't point out the exact reason why she was crying but at that moment , crying seemed to be the only thing that gave her calmness and peace. She was happy that at least, she could free out her emotions.
Moralayo has always been the one to wear a strong facade. She wasn't one to talk or to be seen in the midst of people although she wanted it so badly but her bad conversation skills were not helping matters. The only people that at least have seen her cry were only her immediate family members, not even her classmates.
Although her classmates knew of the fact that she was not good academically. They envisioned her as the perfect girl, wealthy and caring parents, loving sisters, what more could she ask for? The only thing that served as her turnoff for her was her brains and what she lacked in brains, her beauty made up for it. Alas! If only they knew.
Moralayo adjusted her position on her bed to that of a meditating style, crossing on leg over the other and adjusted her back on the bed frame. She connected her earphones to her phone and played Memories by Maroon5 . She closed her eyes as she hummed to the songs. She wasn't a fan of music, infact the total songs she has on her phone cannot sum up to twenty. But this song as her way of touching her.
Like a wise man said "When you're happy, you enjoy the music, when you're sad, you enjoy the song." That was exactly what had happened to Moralayo. She felt a kind of connection with the lyrics of the song as she hummed loudly to it.
🎶 there's a time that I remember, when I did not know no pain...... that I believed in forever..... and everything was still the same... 🎶
That particular lyric made her wander her thoughts to those days when she wasn't the Moralayo of now. She was a much happier than this and had a huge smile on her face. A stray tear slipped down her eyes and she used her thumb to wipe it. She was engrossed in thought that she didn't know when a figure entered her room.
"Mora Baby,"
As Layo heard those words, a small smile crept to her face. It was only one person that called her that and that was no other than Ikeoluwa, her favourite cousin. She rushed to her side and gave her a bone-crushing hug. "I've missed you a lot," she squealed.
Ike dropped the nylon she was holding at her bedside table and flopped on the bed. "your bed is so fluffy oo, " Ike said.
Layo let out a laugh. Her bed was certainly really fluffy and so soft, she liked it just the way it is and it gave her a good night sleep.
"boyfriend abi ? " Ike said as a sly smile crept to her face.
At first, Layo was confused on what her cousin was referring to but seeing the small smile on her face gave a her an idea. Her cousin was certainly crazy.
"you're mad......boyfriend ko " Layo said in between laughs.
To have a boyfriend was the last thing on her mind. She was still struggling to get it together academically, having a boyfriend will just add to the distraction and that was certainly what she was avoiding.
" wait, are you married to Demmie ni , " Ike said after a while as she realized that Layo had zoned out again. What on earth made her 15 year old to think like a married woman.
"Demmie ko, that woman beater"
A look of displeasure graced Ike's face. Demmie was a really good boy and also handsome. He had the looks and the brains to . She was familiar with most students of her cousin school despite the fact that she doesn't attend the school but they're usually involved in competitions and Demmie was her rival. Despite that, they still had some sort of friendships going on.
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Teen Fiction🌺 Maybe sometimes we do not really need much, we do not really expect anything than just a boost to keep us on the right track, to make us focus on the goal🌺 Moralayo Alapetu, one couldn't describe her in a paragraph. She was a weirdo, a girl who...