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CHAPTER THREE




"You are supernatural."



My mother implied it the previous day and the origin of the otherworldly book confirmed it. The previous night, I asked my mother how she was able to wipe my memory and how it was even possible to do that, but she didn't give me an answer. She only insisted not to take off my glasses. The bottom line was, she wanted me to hide my gift, but how could I pretend like the ugly creature, Death, never existed when its imagery kept swimming back into my head.









I ran my fingers over the words of the book, trying to picture the creatures listed in it. Will I see more of them? I wondered.





Sighing, I slumped on the metal chair as I stared at the blue morning sky through the classroom window. The whole place buzzed with unwilling people like me who'd prefer staying back home. Left to me, I would love to lock myself up in my room, and research about my gift.







“Silence!” A loud bang boomed through the room, and I jerked up to see Ms. Helen, the biology teacher with both hands on the table as she stared daggers at each of us. "All you do is talk and talk ehn? Dullards."







Ms. Helen, such a drama queen.







I surveyed the classroom to see most of my classmates weren't even obeying her order. They had one thing or the other to do from passing notes around, and laughing at something most likely stupid. Well, I couldn't blame them. Ms. Helen had a way of frustrating even the most serious student.







I returned my attention to the book before me. My eyes caught the picture of a girl holding her head in her hands. Oroma the text under the drawing said.

According to the Nigerian myth, Oroma was a beautiful girl that removes her head at night, and along with other supernatural millions of hands, she braids her hair. Like I said, according to a Nigerian myth she was beautiful, but the drawing depicts no beauty. All I saw was a scary, girl holding her head in her hands.







I flipped the pages to another to see the picture of the creature. The one my mother called Death; a shiver ran through my skin as I stared at its red flaming orbs in the drawing. Now, I knew enough things about this creature. Death was the collector of souls and only appeared to people who had magic running through their veins. Even a dying person would never come across it until their soul passed on. The presence of this creature meant agony, loss and death of a person or a group of people.







The question was, who would die?







It's amazing there were people like me out there. Lucky for them they had the liberty to use their powers, but in my own case, my mother confessed she fortified our home, my glasses and my eyes against supernatural elements. Which was the reason with or without my glasses; I couldn't see strange things at home or outside. Now that the spell was broken, she said another spell would never work on my eyes again, so I was left with the option of keeping my glasses on.







She gave me the book with the hope of discouraging me from taking off my glasses. She believed if I read about these mystical creatures, I'd get scared of seeing them and abide by her rules, but the more I read about them, the more I got fascinated.







As I flipped to another page of the book, something wet splashed on my neck. I groaned then turned around to see Mo holding a straw as she beamed like a child who just got a gift from Father Christmas.







"Really? Mo?" I said through my teeth.







Mo stuck out her tongue.







"You got new glasses?" She asked.







"You threw a Spitball at me just to ask if I got new glasses."







“I didn't –”







"So no one can tell me the answer ehn?" Ms. Helen's voice cut through our conversation.







"Wetin gan?" Someone grumbled in pidgin English, making me choke down a laugh, and then turn around to see Ade.







"Ade you're not serious," I chuckled.







"The girl needs to take it easy na," Ade mumbled. "Every time what this? What is that?"







Ade furrowed his brows into a frown. It gave him an older man’s look. I smiled and shook my head then returned my attention back to Ms. Helen. Ade was one of those guys who hated learning, but you'd find him on the football field as soon as the break time bell rang. He has never gotten along with Ms. Helen and even though Ms. Helen wanted what’s best for us, she needed to pipe down on her attitude. For someone so young, she acted way too old and grumpy.







"No one ehn!" Ms. Helen barked again and started towards my desk.







I grabbed the Origin of the OtherWorldly book, and put it into my bag; out fear, she'd see the book, and find out about me. There's no way I'd let people know about my gift until I could be sure people were safe around me.







She scrunched up her round face as she walked past me. The telltale scent of coconut oil floated in the air. Ms. Helen had a kind of subtle beauty; more like an average beauty. Her thick eyebrows seated well on her round face giving her a sharp and a soft look at the same time. Her chocolate skin was flawless especially against the red lipstick she used.







I gulped when her fingers hit the desk behind me. Slowly, I turned around to see her looking at Mo; making me let out a thankful sigh.







"Morenikeji, what is an Amoeba?"







Mo stood up. The corners of her mouth turned up. "An Amoeba..."







I knew Mo too well; she'd probably explain the thing for hours. She was way too intelligent for her own good. Already bored out of my mind, I looked around. What better way could I create a distraction for myself than to test my gifts? And without thinking twice, I removed my glasses and set it on the table.







Nothing.







I glanced everywhere as everyone’s eyes fixed on Mo as she talked.







Was this a joke?





I closed my eyes then reopened them.







Still, nothing.







As I tried putting them back on, a shriek echoed through the class and the door slammed shut. Aaron, one of my classmates walked in wearing a hooded cardigan which covered a part of his face. The hood exposed little strands of his ginger red hair, and as he walked, he clenched his jaw with a faraway look in his glistening eyes. Soon as he dropped his bag on an empty chair reserved for him, he looked up like he knew someone was staring at him, and his eyes met mine.







"Aaron? Do you care to explain why you're late to school... again?" Ms. Helen questioned.







Aaron continued to stare at me as if he wanted to question me, but on a second thought, he shook his head and glanced at Ms. Helen. But before he could utter a word, a blurry whiteness similar to the haziness I saw at the station appeared before my eyes; making me spin around with my heart pounding against my chest.





I was no longer in the classroom, but now on the assembly ground, and forced to hear the screams of terror from people as well as loud cracks of gunshots echoing in the air.



Glancing around, I watched Ms. Helen crawl on the ground as trails of blood dragged behind her. Then my eyes landed on a girl as she wailed on the ground. Her curly, wet hair clung to her cheeks as crimson red blood spread from her hands to her white shirt. She stood up from the ground and pushed the thick curly strands of hair covering her face.



And I gulped.







She was me.







Her eyes were bloodshot with layers of blue-black bags underneath. She wiped the tears rolling down her cheeks with the back of her hand. Looking straight ahead, I trailed what she was staring at until I was staring down at a body.









His eyes were wide open, devoid of life, and his opened mouth devoid of breath as blood seeped out of a tiny hole around his neck.







"Aaron," I gasped.







I tried getting closer to his stiff body, but someone touched my shoulder; making me jump.







"Don't tell me you're crying because of him," Mo's voice startled me.







"What?!" I said then felt warm moisture trickle down my cheek.







I didn't even know tears were running down my cheeks until she mentioned it. I wiped it off, and put my glasses on and looked up to see Mo furrow her brows at me.







"Makinde isn't worth it," she said.







My gaze danced around. Ms. Helen was no longer in class, and the whole place buzzed with laughter and voices from my classmates. In the front row, Tokunbo sat on Makinde's leg and rubbed her hands over his jaw. Tightness clenched my chest as I watched him pull her closer to him and kiss her.







Idiots.







Times like this, I wished Mr. Ray, one of our numerous grumpy teachers, would walk in and punish them. But he wouldn't! He was probably sitting in the staff room and gossiping his ass off about students.



I glanced back at Mo who now had a sympathetic smile on her face. As much as it hurt to see my ex-boyfriend kiss a girl I didn't like, there were other pressing issues to worry about.







"It's no big deal," I answered.
preta Mia xoxocandy







Without another word, I glanced towards Aaron. This time he was no longer wearing his hooded cardigan. He flicked the ball pen in his hand, and again as if he could feel my eyes on him, he looked up. This time narrowed his eyes at me.

















So here's a new chapter. Sorry it took time to update. Next chapter comes up Tuesday.

sosa993:
CHAPTER THREE




"You are supernatural."



My mother implied it the previous day and the origin of the otherworldly book confirmed it. The previous night, I asked my mother how she was able to wipe my memory and how it was even possible to do that, but she didn't give me an answer. She only insisted not to take off my glasses. The bottom line was, she wanted me to hide my gift, but how could I pretend like the ugly creature, Death, never existed when its imagery kept swimming back into my head.









I ran my fingers over the words of the book, trying to picture the creatures listed in it. Will I see more of them? I wondered.





Sighing, I slumped on the metal chair as I stared at the blue morning sky through the classroom window. The whole place buzzed with unwilling people like me who'd prefer staying back home. Left to me, I would love to lock myself up in my room, and research about my gift.







“Silence!” A loud bang boomed through the room, and I jerked up to see Ms. Helen, the biology teacher with both hands on the table as she stared daggers at each of us. "All you do is talk and talk ehn? Dullards."







Ms. Helen, such a drama queen.







I surveyed the classroom to see most of my classmates weren't even obeying her order. They had one thing or the other to do from passing notes around, and laughing at something most likely stupid. Well, I couldn't blame them. Ms. Helen had a way of frustrating even the most serious student.







I returned my attention to the book before me. My eyes caught the picture of a girl holding her head in her hands. Oroma the text under the drawing said.

According to the Nigerian myth, Oroma was a beautiful girl that removes her head at night, and along with other supernatural millions of hands, she braids her hair. Like I said, according to a Nigerian myth she was beautiful, but the drawing depicts no beauty. All I saw was a scary, girl holding her head in her hands.







I flipped the pages to another to see the picture of the creature. The one my mother called Death; a shiver ran through my skin as I stared at its red flaming orbs in the drawing. Now, I knew enough things about this creature. Death was the collector of souls and only appeared to people who had magic running through their veins. Even a dying person would never come across it until their soul passed on. The presence of this creature meant agony, loss and death of a person or a group of people.







The question was, who would die?







It's amazing there were people like me out there. Lucky for them they had the liberty to use their powers, but in my own case, my mother confessed she fortified our home, my glasses and my eyes against supernatural elements. Which was the reason with or without my glasses; I couldn't see strange things at home or outside. Now that the spell was broken, she said another spell would never work on my eyes again, so I was left with the option of keeping my glasses on.







She gave me the book with the hope of discouraging me from taking off my glasses. She believed if I read about these mystical creatures, I'd get scared of seeing them and abide by her rules, but the more I read about them, the more I got fascinated.







As I flipped to another page of the book, something wet splashed on my neck. I groaned then turned around to see Mo holding a straw as she beamed like a child who just got a gift from Father Christmas.







"Really? Mo?" I said through my teeth.







Mo stuck out her tongue.







"You got new glasses?" She asked.







"You threw a Spitball at me just to ask if I got new glasses."







“I didn't –”







"So no one can tell me the answer ehn?" Ms. Helen's voice cut through our conversation.







"Wetin gan?" Someone grumbled in pidgin English, making me choke down a laugh, and then turn around to see Ade.







"Ade you're not serious," I chuckled.







"The girl needs to take it easy na," Ade mumbled. "Every time what this? What is that?"







Ade furrowed his brows into a frown. It gave him an older man’s look. I smiled and shook my head then returned my attention back to Ms. Helen. Ade was one of those guys who hated learning, but you'd find him on the football field as soon as the break time bell rang. He has never gotten along with Ms. Helen and even though Ms. Helen wanted what’s best for us, she needed to pipe down on her attitude. For someone so young, she acted way too old and grumpy.







"No one ehn!" Ms. Helen barked again and started towards my desk.







I grabbed the Origin of the OtherWorldly book, and put it into my bag; out fear, she'd see the book, and find out about me. There's no way I'd let people know about my gift until I could be sure people were safe around me.







She scrunched up her round face as she walked past me. The telltale scent of coconut oil floated in the air. Ms. Helen had a kind of subtle beauty; more like an average beauty. Her thick eyebrows seated well on her round face giving her a sharp and a soft look at the same time. Her chocolate skin was flawless especially against the red lipstick she used.







I gulped when her fingers hit the desk behind me. Slowly, I turned around to see her looking at Mo; making me let out a thankful sigh.







"Morenikeji, what is an Amoeba?"







Mo stood up. The corners of her mouth turned up. "An Amoeba..."







I knew Mo too well; she'd probably explain the thing for hours. She was way too intelligent for her own good. Already bored out of my mind, I looked around. What better way could I create a distraction for myself than to test my gifts? And without thinking twice, I removed my glasses and set it on the table.







Nothing.







I glanced everywhere as everyone’s eyes fixed on Mo as she talked.







Was this a joke?





I closed my eyes then reopened them.







Still, nothing.







As I tried putting them back on, a shriek echoed through the class and the door slammed shut. Aaron, one of my classmates walked in wearing a hooded cardigan which covered a part of his face. The hood exposed little strands of his ginger red hair, and as he walked, he clenched his jaw with a faraway look in his glistening eyes. Soon as he dropped his bag on an empty chair reserved for him, he looked up like he knew someone was staring at him, and his eyes met mine.







"Aaron? Do you care to explain why you're late to school... again?" Ms. Helen questioned.







Aaron continued to stare at me as if he wanted to question me, but on a second thought, he shook his head and glanced at Ms. Helen. But before he could utter a word, a blurry whiteness similar to the haziness I saw at the station appeared before my eyes; making me spin around with my heart pounding against my chest.





I was no longer in the classroom, but now on the assembly ground, and forced to hear the screams of terror from people as well as loud cracks of gunshots echoing in the air.



Glancing around, I watched Ms. Helen crawl on the ground as trails of blood dragged behind her. Then my eyes landed on a girl as she wailed on the ground. Her curly, wet hair clung to her cheeks as crimson red blood spread from her hands to her white shirt. She stood up from the ground and pushed the thick curly strands of hair covering her face.



And I gulped.







She was me.







Her eyes were bloodshot with layers of blue-black bags underneath. She wiped the tears rolling down her cheeks with the back of her hand. Looking straight ahead, I trailed what she was staring at until I was staring down at a body.









His eyes were wide open, devoid of life, and his opened mouth devoid of breath as blood seeped out of a tiny hole around his neck.







"Aaron," I gasped.







I tried getting closer to his stiff body, but someone touched my shoulder; making me jump.







"Don't tell me you're crying because of him," Mo's voice startled me.







"What?!" I said then felt warm moisture trickle down my cheek.







I didn't even know tears were running down my cheeks until she mentioned it. I wiped it off, and put my glasses on and looked up to see Mo furrow her brows at me.







"Makinde isn't worth it," she said.







My gaze danced around. Ms. Helen was no longer in class, and the whole place buzzed with laughter and voices from my classmates. In the front row, Tokunbo sat on Makinde's leg and rubbed her hands over his jaw. Tightness clenched my chest as I watched him pull her closer to him and kiss her.







Idiots.







Times like this, I wished Mr. Ray, one of our numerous grumpy teachers, would walk in and punish them. But he wouldn't! He was probably sitting in the staff room and gossiping his ass off about students.



I glanced back at Mo who now had a sympathetic smile on her face. As much as it hurt to see my ex-boyfriend kiss a girl I didn't like, there were other pressing issues to worry about.







"It's no big deal," I answered.
preta Mia xoxocandy







Without another word, I glanced towards Aaron. This time he was no longer wearing his hooded cardigan. He flicked the ball pen in his hand, and again as if he could feel my eyes on him, he looked up. This time narrowed his eyes at me.

















So here's a new chapter. Sorry it took time to update. Next chapter comes up Tuesday.

WHIKIDEFE:
To all our old and new readers , I welcome you to 2019, specially. Everywhere good.


One update for the road, I know it's short, abeg make ona manage am first, if time dey I go settle down drop long one.

We stil dey 2geda.


Continuation

When we got to the calm area, we held hands and stared at eachother. I don't know what was on her mind o, but me, I dey reason weda make I execute the plans wen her actions don plant for my mind.

You know that moment you're in your personal scale weighing your action and it's possible consequences, that was the mood I was in while we stared at eachother.

'What's the problem, are you okay?,' She asked with with concern, after a while as she held my face.(if only she knew what was going through my mind, lol)

'I'm good,' I replied her with a smile before I kissed her forehead and held her close to me.

'I'm not sure, talk to me,' she voiced in my ear as she held the head of my machine gun, that moment, I threw morals away, I'll go look for it later after I must had cleared her doubt and make her know ayam equal to the task. (I cannor com and dull na)

Turned her around, so her soft bums could be directly on the head of my machine gun. She hmmmed when she felt it.
'What is that?,' she asked in giggling as she brought her hand to feel it.

' comot your hand from 'high tension', don't touch electric inside water, you'll be electrocuted,' I warned as I held her hand from touching her target.

Before she could reply, one of my hand located one of her nips and I played with it like it was a screw while my hand was the spanner, twisting mood activated.
'What are you doing?,' was the jamb question she asked with her ragged breadth.

I doubled my hands on her chesterfield and squeezed, pinched and twirled her milk factory in response to her question while a moan escaped her mouth.

'I warned you,' I whispered in her ear while I had that ' you neva see anything' look on my face.


To be continued.

Uniquejalmes:
it's 2019 already. somebody should Holla at badooh and tell him we are patiently waiting...