After It Happened

"Ugh. How could I forget the horrible effects of alcohol? I'm meant to be in bed right now nursing a cup of coffee with my blinds closed."

"Abeg shut up and stop complaining. Was I the one who told you to go to the party? That's what you get for not bringing me along."

"You obviously didn't want to come. Don't pretend like you didn't know when your brother left for the party. Plus I'm sure Tola invited you."

"Stepbrother please. And yes your boyfriend invited me, but I didn't feel like coming."

"So stop disturbing me jare."

Yes I am talking to Camille. Obviously, our friendship isn't something she can throw away like that. She probably misses me a lot and is in a good enough mood to come to my aid this Monday morning.

and my eyes seem to be unable to open wide enough. That is probably why I tripped as I was coming up the school steps. Few of the people around laughed at my expense, but sweet Camille was kind enough to

how was the party? Fun? Crazy? Boring? Just gist me

in university. Her friends came to celebrate with her. So clearly, it was

have come again now. Just tell me

speaking Igbo by force." The girl

felt hazy this morning. Probably the after effect of the drink I took. It's not like I took much sef."

"Okay oo. You..."

on the other side of school as I all but run to class. Ever since Miss Peters gave me Danielle, she's been paying more attention to me. Always talking about my potential as a great writer. I can't say that I'm not starting to like it. Plus her classes can be really enjoyable most times especially when she talks about African literature. She has this animated look

Miss Peters is already there writing the day's topic on the board. I squint at my purple watch

8:05.