𝑨𝒍𝒍 𝑻𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝑰𝒔 𝑮𝒐𝒍𝒅| 3

13: Kendall

"With such a hell in your heart and in your lungs...
How can you live?
How can you love?"
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*Asa*

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Classes nowadays were filled with solving past questions or revising previous works. Everyone was getting into the exam mood and teachers were quick to remind us about things we already knew.

We had more meetings with Mr Odein and it surprised me how personally he was taking this year's Dynamis. He organized special sessions for us and quizzed us on a daily basis.

Which meant, I got to work with Amir on a daily basis and I couldn't ignore his broken nose any longer.

"What did you say happened to your nose again?" I asked him for the seventeenth time. We had retreated to the library during break because he was helping me with Physics that I wasn't so good at.

He choked out. "I..." Coughed. "I fell."

I looked at him, skeptically. "You fell."

"On my nose."

"You fell on your nose."

He was avoiding my gaze. "Yes. Yes, that's what happened."

"Uh... How did you fall, again?"

"I tripped," he answered gruffly, cleared his throat. "I tripped on the... On the stairs."

"You tripped on the stairs...."

"Yes, they malfunctioned. Malfunctioning stairs. I'll get them changed this weekend."

Could he hear himself?

"You know you're a very horrible liar, right?"

He swallowed and was saved from answering by a new, squeaky voice. "E...Excuse me..."

We looked at the tiny little junior in an even tinier uniform, pink lipsticks that were too harsh on her pale, pale skin. Khione was the whitest girl in our school, with skin the colour of rich milk and hair, the colour of wheat.

It was Amir that spoke, probably grateful for the distraction. "What do you want?"

"M... Mr Odein wants to see Senior Asa immediately."

"Do you know why?" I asked her.

She shook her head vigorously, pigtails, flying, turned and ran away.

"I'll go alone." I told him, when he rose with me.

I wish I hadn't.

"Ah, yes, Asachi, you're finally here!" Mr Odein's relieved face, greeted me when I entered into his office. "Mr Maduka, this is our star pupil, Asachi Dooshima. Come in, come in!" He beckoned at me. I entered into the huge office that was now in the arrangement of a boardroom.

There were only five people in there with him, four familiar teacher's faces and another vaguely familiar one, but it felt like five thousand.

"Asachi, our newest donators sent in their ambassador, all the way from Abuja. They are part of those, sponsoring the trip. I want you to show him around. Pay attention to latest infrastructures that we put in place because he'll be accounting for every penny spent and send back a good word to them. I also want you to-"