After It Happened

Kelechi’s pov.

Tick. Tap. Tick. Tap. I'm lying face up on my bed with my feet hanging off the other side tapping in synch with the ticking of the clock. I look at the clock and groan. 2:15. I can taste the boredom on my tongue. And it doesn't taste sweet. The house is quiet with the parents at work and my over-zealous sister at school for after-school programs. I left as soon as I heard the bell. The constant chatter was really pissing me off. Just feed the students with a new story to tell and the school buzzes with life. Students form groups in various corners. Each group has a storyteller telling his own version of the story with animated gestures and expressions. Constantly hearing Denise's name as we left for lunchbreak, it took all my resolve to refrain from hitting someone.

Speaking of Denise I wonder what she is doing. Probably sleeping. I laugh at the thought. The girl sleeps every chance she gets. Sleeping Beauty. I have an idea! Time to wake the princess up.

I lift my hands to knock and suddenly freeze. What if her aunt doesn't let me in. I didn't even call her before coming. I'm such a fool! Do they have light? Thank goodness. What if she doesn't have a DVD player? My plans will be totally ruined. Taking a deep breath, I knock. I didn't come this far to turn back. When noone answers, I knock again. Louder this time. The woman who glared at me the other day opens the door. A look of recognition crosses her face and she frowns.

"Good afternoon ma"

"Afternoon. What do you want?"

searching

Gini mere?

the courage to speak to the woman. "I just came to know if Ola is fine now

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squint in confusion before squeaking

me and I nervously rub

calls her

as her face melts. She

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