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Wednesday, 3 May 2017

Episode 8- The President's Daughter And I(Episode Story)

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Episode 8
I got to my room, the guys are gone already leaving my room tattered like a robbed place. I no blame them sha, na me want friends. Seriously this kind of thing piss me off, i can never do anyhow in someone’s room, Some people are just stupid.
I re-arranged my room and discovered some items are missing. Two pairs of shoes, cap, my expensive wrist watch and my reserved yoghurts. Chai! See why i don’t make male friends, this friendship must stop after i retrieve my stuffs,,, i will only dash them the yoghurts with red eye sha.
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The next day in school, i went early and read my books as usual preparing for any unplanned test as i hate to fail.
No test was conducted just normal lectures. Other test scores was announced and i did perfectly well especially in accounting that caught the attention of everyone towards me because its very difficult for them mostly the quantitative part. The accounting lecturer walked in and announced that he’s done with the lectures for the semester and…he shared the test scripts one after the other but i didn’t hear my name. He shared all its only one paper remaining in his hand. I was expecting him to ask *If u didn’t hear your name put up your hand* but he didn’t which got me scared… of course i wrote his test what is happening?
Lecturer: I’m very disappointed with your performance in the test. U only did well on the theory part but the quantitative side…. very bad.
*Murmuring*
Lecturer: Its only one person that saved this class and i urge you all to find a way to understand it before the commencement of the exam. Because if u fail, i will fail u that’s the truth. I wont help one person and leave the others, if i should help i will help all of you.
Students: Thank you sir
Lecturer: Where is Victor?
Me: Sir!
Lecturer: Come out here.
Me: (walking to his side with my heart beating with questions -what did i do? -why is he calling me out? Chai! In front of everyone? Lord Jesus help me o as U always have)
Lecturer: Class this gentleman here scored 30/30 which i think nobody else scored above 20.
Wow! I was like not even Mirabel? Awesome! That moment eh… my head was floating on my shoulders, my heart was beating faster than the best drummer, my teeth was shaking like i’m deep inside the pacific ocean, my legs became soo weak like i was going to collapse, my eyes was facing everyone but i wasn’t seeing anyone.
The Lecturer advises me in front of the class to keep it up, that i should not slack this and that bla bla bla…
After that he gave me my script and ask me to go back to my seat, he also advises the class using me as a point to encourage them. He wished us best of luck, bade us goodbye then left.
I noticed some girls eyeing me, some guys hailed me and shake hands with me. One girl walked to me open my hands and buried something in it, she didnt say anything, she just smiled and left. I opened my hands immediately and saw a small piece of paper, i unfold it and saw a number with an inscription ‘Call Me’. All this while i remained on my seat I couldn’t stand up that moment because of fear of collapsing. I have been waiting for Promise to come and rescue me by walking me out of here but she was nowhere to be found, she followed the accounting lecturer out, why? I dunno. I don’t know what moved my head as it turned 190° and guess whose eyes i jammed? You guessed right maybe not but it was Mirabel. She was frowning at me in an unfriendly manner,,, next thing i saw was her standing up hissing then went out. That made me feel bad, i never wanted anyone to hate me or dislike me in any manner,,, i now have the urge to make peace with her so my mind would be at peace. But, how do i do that??
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Me: Where did u go and what kept u so long?
Promise: Ah ah…As your girlfriend or what? see me o…
Me: So we’d leave here together na
Promise: Alright lets go, shall we?
*Walking out*
Me: So… when would u prepare the meal u said u would prepare for me?
Promise: Don’t worry, soon
Me: Still looking forward to that
Promise: Hhmmm
Me: U will prepare it before me, so maybe i’d learn. That means u are coming to my place.
Promise: No no no
Me: Why?
Promise: I dunno but no
Me: Ok
Promise: I will just prepare it and bring it to you
Me: No no no
Promise: What? why?
Me: Prepare it at my place or no deal
Promise: Ok sir. I just hope say no girl go warn or harm me
Me: Which girl? i no know for you o
*Laughs*
We got to a place where we took our different rout.
Now walking alone to my house abi room sef…
*Phone rings
Me: Hello
Caller: Hi handsome how u doing?
Me: I’m doing well,,,,,sorry who is this?
Caller: Its Lola
Me: Oh Lola, i didn’t know its u
Lola: Yea, u don’t have my number
Me: Right
Lola: So… do you mind coming over?
Me: Ok, i’m on my way to my lodge now, i will be there in an hour or two is that OK?
Lola: Perfect!
Me: Alright then
Lola: We will be expecting u handsome byee…
Me: Bye.
Chai! this one that she’s adding handsome, hope i’m save.
Getting closer to my lodge i saw a familiar car parked in front of my lodge… getting more closer i saw two familiar people leaning and discussing around the car. I closed up the distance to my room and found someone standing in front of my room… next thing i heard was “Hi Victor” i was damned surprised.
Now guess who??
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