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Sarah took a deep breath and stepped into the school. She did her best to strut, which was not an easy feat, considering the fact that she was wearing four inch stiletto heels. She slipped into the class with plenty time to spare. she brought placed her bag on the table and brought out her phone. She turned on the front camera and stylishly checked herself out. She inspected every inch of her face carefully and allowed herself a small smile. Her YouTube makeup tutorials finally paid off.
'Hey beautiful.'
She looked up sharply, and was surprised to see Chris.
'Hi. I wasn't expecting you.'
She narrowed her eyes, 'You're not having a class here. What are you doing here?'
'What? I can't come looking for my girlfriend?'
He bent and gently kissed her. Her face grew warm with embarrassment as the few students in the class began to snicker.
'Chris! You can't keep doing things like this. Not before everyone.'
'You have a problem with PDA?'
'I....Don't you have to be in a class now?'
'Nope. Not for the next three hours. I'm all yours until then. Scoot over'
She shifted and stifled a groan as he sat down beside her. She bit back her complaints as the lecturer sauntered into the room. She tuned off and focused on the class.

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Tunde shoved his hands into the back pockets of his jeans and started to pace the living room.
'You're going to wear the carpet with your incessant pacing, Babatunde', his mother said gently. He ignored her and continued pacing.
'Tunde, sit down and keep calm.'
He kept right on ignoring her, pausing only long enough to glance out the window.
'She's going to be here any moment from now', he said to no one in particular.
His father came in and spoke gruffly to him
'Tunde, I hope you're ready.'
In response, his son closed his eyes and but down on his lips hard. His mother stood up from the chair she had been sitting in and touched his shoulder, ' I know this is hard for you my son, but remember your duty. Remember ...'
'I remember all right. You have never given me the opportunity to forget.' he interrupted with no small trace of bitterness in his voice.
'I will not tolerate rudeness to your mother! She's only trying to help you.'
'I'm afraid I'm beyond help now father. If you both had made better choices all those years ago, if you had both used your heads...' He was cut short by a slap from his father. He clenched his teeth and looked into his father's eyes, hoping his own eyes showed the hate and anger he felt.
'Is it not enough that I'm paying for something I did not do? Is it not enough that I am guilty of a crime that I'm innocent of? Will it ever be enough, father?' He said the last word with heavy sarcasm. His father lifted his hands to hit him again, but he was held back by his wife.
'It's all right, Akin.' She turned to her son and said, 'He did it so that we could survive.'
'And that makes it okay?'
She closed her eyes before answering, 'The things we do to survive do not define us.'
Tunde ran his tongue over his lips, not knowing what to say. Then they heard the gate open and a car drive in.
'Well, I guess the princess is here'

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The girl was out of the car before they got to it. She was tall, with a long, lean athlete's body. She was also beautiful. Big wide eyes were framed by thick long lashes and perfectly groomed brows. Her full lips were currently pursed in anger and a small crease in her forehead didn't make her any less beautiful.
'Joanna.'
She gave him a quick once over, and with a sour expression on her face said, 'Why didn't you come the instant you heard the car? What were you so busy with that you couldn't spare all of twenty minutes to see me for the first time in three years? And why are you standing there and not doming over to hug me?'
She spoke in rapid fire, and her British accent made it even harder for Tunde to comprehend her. He forced a smile and said, 'Welcome home Joanna.'
She looked past him at his parents. 'Oh, I didn't see you there. Hello. Its been a long time.'
Tunde raised a brow as his mother rushed to Joanna and hugged her. Hello? If he or any of his siblings had tried that, they would have gotten a slap that would have sent them back to their factory settings. Joanna called out, ' My bags are in the car, Tunde. Bring them in OK? Be quick about it and don't dawdle.'
When he didn't move, his father called out, 'Move, boy. Don't be all day about it,'

He turned to the car and lifted the first trunk, muttering under his breath, 'Welcome home, princess'