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beyonDskygirl: Friends,sorry for not updating please. I've been loaded with much work I promise to update soon... thanks for your patience.

apologies accepted but compensation excepted...

[quote author=Mynd_44]So the author can go hungry abi?[/quote]hmmm

[quote author=Lulu_Sparklez]quite interesting...waiting for the next update[/quote]tnks...

Juliedora79: Yea
i've read the book and it really helped me know why i behave the way i
do sometimes.
Although every individual's supposed to be a mixture of the four,I
think am more of choleric and melancholy with a spice of sanguine.

u got d gist... evry 1 has a combination of various personalities described by d author, its der for almost impossible 2 say u belong 2 just 1.

[quote author=Eni~girl]Update mre oh[/quote]I dey villa o... Tryin 2 stretch out ma weary bones... Lets see wat i can do 2 nyt

yemi2plus2: instead of una to tell chistar make e update, una dey talk off topic. Where is mynd self?

maybe mynd is tryin 2 mind some important biz...

[quote author=Eni~girl]Nyc1[/quote]I see u dearie

Morkavictor: Thanks man.

u welcom bro...

The room was illuminated by an electric bulb. Benson sat on the chair while Susan sprawled on the hard floor, her head rested on a soft pillow. Benson kept pressing his phone and the automated response kept compounding his anger. He dialed the number again and raised the phone to his ear. "The number you have dialled is..." before the response was completed he pressed hard on the red button of his phone and the call terminated.
" Anything on bro P" Susan asked from her position. She rolled over her stomach to have a better view of Benson. Benson let out a soft hiss and shook his head slowly. Confusion was written clearly on his face. All knew was Patrick was meeting an old friend and he wasn't going out for long.
"The damn thing should just allow me hear from him." Benson said almost like a school boy who had misplace his lunch box.
"Maybe its network problem." Susan said trying to suppress the laughter in her throat which had been triggered by the funny expression on Benson's serious face.

Benson looked up at the large wall clock. The time was 8:09pm.
"I guess i'm hungry" he said yawning as he stood up to pick his shirt which was on the hanger.
"I am also hungry myself " Susan replied. She stood up swiftly and dusted the blue jean trouser she was wearing. She dragged her blouse down to cover her waist and ran her fingers through her unmade hair. Despite the fact that her hair was unmade she looked exceptionally beautiful.

Benson walked across and picked the shirt, he wore it over the white inner shirt he had been wearing since morning. As he buttoned the shirt he felt something in the breast pocket. He deeped his index and middle finger into the pocket and brought out the content. It was a neatly folded piece of paper, he opened it and read through the lines quickly. He identified the hand writing to be Patrick's and he became alarmed.
"whats wrong with you?" Susan asked Benson whose gaze was glued to the paper in his hand. He slowly passed the paper to Susan who read it out aloud. "1776, CONTENT BROWN PACK."
"Whats the meaning of this " she asked.
" I don't know. But i guess something is wrong." Benson replied calmly. He tried to remember what the code was for, certainly it was not for a phone. What could it be he asked him self. His brain was unusually slow, maybe it was a product of hunger or the tension he was trying to curtail.
"I don't understand any of these, Bro P is not reachable, you ain't saying anything and now this strange... em letter. I really don'to get it" Susan complained, looking so worried like a mother whose children had been drenched by a september rain on their way back from school.
"No you won't" Benson said as he lunged towards the corner of the room for the big black box.

'll drop it lata palz... Am outta town...

Am rily sowi 4 d delay. The ban rily affected mi but guess we are bak... Tnks

That morning, the large school bus which was rarely seen was parked in the school compound. The inscription on both sides of the bus read "CREATIVE DEMONSTRATION GROUP OF SCHOOLS." The students had turned up early, even those whose names graced the "Late comers book" were punctual. Other buses slowly drove in and within minutes each class was assigned a bus and with their different form teachers, they were bound for their respective excursion venue.

Jake sat close to the window, two rows behind the driver seat. His class was using the large bus. His camera was on his bag which lay on his lap. His phone was in his pocket with the loud speakers of the earpiece well stuck to both ears. Anabel sat next to him while Morris was at his back. He kept nodding to the rhythm of the song playing in his ears without saying anything to the girl beside him. After few minutes Anabel broke their silence.
"I know you ain't dumb so talk." she said turning to face him.
"you said something" Jake said. His response was more like a question than an answer. He removed both loud speakers from his ears.
"No, i said nothing " Anabel replied with a pseudo frown. Jake did not press it again. He slowly placed one of the speakers to her left ear and the other to his right ear and she smiled. They listened quitely to the music as the other students kept chatting with some even shouting at the top of their voice.

The excursion would have been a complex fiasco for Anabel if not for Jake who some how was the only person she could easily talk to. He was more like a "host" throughout the entire time. Even the period in the museum she maintained being at his side.The students were later ushered to a shade were they bought things to eat. Morris occupied him self with Jake's camera as he kept snapping any body who was ready for a shot. and after few minutes they were back in the bus for the forty - five minutes drive back to the school.
"you really should learn to mingle with others." Jake said to Anabel as they drove back to the school.
"Yeah, I 'll just that I grew up to as an only child." she replied.
"Then you should spend some time with that lousy creature called Morris, he definitely 'll teach you how to ." They both laughed at his remark about his friend.
"you know my dad died when I was younger" she said softly. Jake adjusted on the seat to give her more room to continue her story. He was really interested and won't let his emotions prevent him from hearing it now.
"So what happened" Jake asked when it seemed she wasn't talking again. She looked at him with a smile.
"He was sick for a while." she paused as if to allow her listener absorb her gist. "After his death, his family claimed most properties because of the absence of a male child and since then i've been leaving alone with my mom." she concluded. Jake couldn't say a word. He did not even know what to say so he kept mute without an expression on his face.

Anabel had recalled her father's demise but some how she was not feeling so bad this time, how it had happened she could not explain. Maybe she was growing up, she thought. The bus entered the compound, other buses were there and some others were yet to return. It had been a nice day for Anabel and Jake had made it so. The next time they were going to see would be on vacation day. Most students who had not been promoted would weep and some would be happy. The thought of the holiday occupied Jake's mind. Some how he was going to miss school but definitely he would miss Anabel.

D gud hearted moderator has solved d problem. 'll be updatin lata 2day.... Tnks pals

Mynd I don't undastnd why ma posts are being attacked by "Antispambot" recently.

beyonDskygirl: next updates please i can't wait any longer...

I'm evn gettin sick masef. If i post it gets hidden and i am banned for 24hrs.

Patrick hurried through the street and headed for the point of rendervous. The sun was mild and the afternoon was some what airy. As he moved, he tried hard to maintain his focus. The deal was risky as he was dealing with chamberline alone for the first time, he actually did not trust him, but in this business you don't have to trust anyone. He had accepted the deal because of the superfluous amount. He had allowed his mind to roam through different things to ease the tension brewing within him.

"PALM GROOVE PLACE." the sign post read. He walked in and moved towards the bush bar. He wore a multi coloured shirt and a black jean with a pair of black sneakers. He had a Gaoba back bag on his back like a student. As he made to sit on a chair he looked around the place scrupulously like a CIA agent. He dropped the bag he was carrying on the foot of the table and ordered for a bottle of snapp as he waited patiently for the exchange.

He look around him again as if he was expecting some thing irregular but things seemed normal. Three guys sat across the pool under thatch hut. They discussed carelessly as they drank from a bottle of wine. They paid no attention to him and he cared less about them.

One thing Patrick had learnt from his past deals was to be patient. A black Honda slowly drove into the compound. He was uncertain if it was his man. He brought out his phone and made a call.
"Are you in the compound?" Patrick asked. "Am seating at the bush bar, west of the pool" he concluded as he dropped the call. A man walked towards him. He wore a finely tailored suit. He stood across the table. "you are a bit late chamberline" Patrick said offering his hand for a shake as he stood up. The other man took it, smiled and shut his left eyelid.
"You are very punctual Patrick ?" he said and they both laughed. They sat down and within minutes the exchange was done. Patrick allowed the man to leave first before he stood up drank the last few drops of his drink and left the compound. The bag he was holding contained three hundred thousand dollars. That was the highest deal.

He held the bag casually to avoid suspicions. He imagined how the troublesome two would react when he breaks the news to them. They were super rich he thought and a smile crept into his lips. The screeching of a car brought him back to reality. Before the car could clear off the road properly, three men were already out. They weren't in uniform but some how Patrick new who they were. The one who appeared to be the superior officer walked towards the alarmed Patrick. He flashed an ID and Patrick knew it was up. The deal had gone awry. Some one had sold him out.
"That bastard son of a bitch" he cursed under his breath, referring to chamberline as he was forced into the waiting car. He had made his greatest mistake as a result of his greed and he definitely would pay for it. He should have listened to his instinct but it was too late. His only wish was for Benson to get his message and follow his instructions.......

Smtin unusual happened and i stil don't undastnd. A post was hidden and i was banned 4 a day. I'll try postin it again.

Error spotted and corrected...

glo3nity: Thou I never fancy nets reading but this very one 'REMEMBER ME' is quite fascinating, interesting and captivating. Cant Resist. Xpecting more and more pls...!!!

Eya, der are so mny works online dat urily wud luv 2 read. Just book mark d literature and writin session and u won't regret u did lolz...

...Am in...

[quote author=Eni~girl]Uhmm m enjoyinq dz story of urz.Thumbs up[/quote]Tnks ma'am...

hmmm! Indomie dey learn.

Patrick sat down in the porch in front of the house drawing imaginary figures on the ground with a stick. The troublesome two had gone out for an evening stroll and he was alone. As he sat starring on the ground his mind soared to the past, present and future. The early evening was breezy and cold, he wore a white Lux singlet and a black jean trouser.
"You mustn't keep friends" those were the words of Felix, his "instructor" when he as initially recruited as a pawn. Then he was not allowed on deals beyond state boarder but after the demise of Felix, he became an independent broker.

After some stressful time without a new partner, he recruited Benson and subsequently, susan became useful in most of their deals.
"Good evening bros." some greeted.
"Good evening." Patrick responded, raising his head to see the person who had greeted him. Patrick still nursed a strong feeling that something might be wrong. Tomorrow 'll go alone he thought within himself. If anything goes wrong he was sure he could handle it better without having either Ben or Susan to look out for. He strolled into the house and took out a plain sheet of paper and a pen and wrote something down. He folded the paper neatly and placed it inside the breast pocket of the well ironed shirt Benson was going to wear the next day. He wore a shirt over the singlet and locked the door behind him. He brought out his phone from his trouser pocket as he walked. He scrolled through his contact and dialed a number.
"Every thing is in place sir, No need for a neutral location. 'll be coming alone." Without waiting for a response, he pressed the end key and with a beep the call disconnected. He stepped into the street with no particular destination in mind. The future was bleak and unknown but seemed promising.

'll update lata 2day. Dats wen i get home... Tnks pals

Time flew faster than the Moniker Ares 1 rocket heading for the moon. It was the last day of the term's examination and the students had assembled in the hall for the morning assembly which apparently would be the last. Being the last day of examinations, no late comers were held. The day had begun well for Anabel. Her mother than gone to the market where her fabric shop was.

After the normal morning roll call the teacher had announced the names of the students who had paid the excursion fee.
"Adele Anabel, Agu Godspower and John Awo... Awolabi. You are yet to pay for the excursion." the form master stated.
"we 'll pay o" some one said from the back of the class with a deep voice. It was John. He was apparently the oldest in the class. Despite his garrulous tendencies was one of the most intelligent students in school. He once received pardon from the strigent principal when he fought with a senior student.

Anabel did not have any hope of paying the money. She couldn't ask her mother for the five thousand, at least not with her present health condition. After the last paper, Jake walked up to her and stood beside her.
"Here you are." he said sliding something into her hand.
"What's it for ?" she asked looking at the naira notes in her hand.
"Use it for the excursion" Jake replied.
"I can't take" Anabel objected.
"Well it came from Max, my big brother. I told him a friend needed it so i insist you have it." Without another word he left the marvelled Anabel to join a group of guys discussing out side. Their discussion couldn't be out of the realm of sports, certainty football.

Anabel was surprised. Things where going well for her now. Maybe her mother would not undergo the surgery. Who knows? She thought as she walked out of the class in search of Mr. Vincent, the form master with the money in her hand.

Sheybor: Gud wrk...bt pls can u update more often.am rilly enjoyin it*

Am rily workin on that.....

milky doll: Nice 1

Tnks...

Candis009: U r doin justice to ds story.. Weldne

Hey dear I tot u fell of cuz of d boring nature of ma story. Lolz...