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Welcome back to the story of my life

So, I know some of you might assume I don't have friends, but that's not the case. I do have friends. The thing is, I choose when to hang out with them. If I'm not feeling it, I'll just give a wave or say hi and leave it at that. When I'm determined to do something, I follow through, but if it doesn't interest me, I won't bother. Sometimes, I just crave space, especially to be alone with my thoughts.

My dad often complains that I only do what I want to do. He says if I set my mind to something, I'll do it. For instance, when I'm engrossed in a book, interruptions annoy me, and I dread phone calls. Even if my phone rings, I'll let it go to voicemail, especially at night. Later, I might message the caller on WhatsApp, explaining that I intentionally didn't answer, mentioning it's late. Yep, I don't pick up calls after a certain hour. Some people call this setting boundaries, right?

Maintaining boundaries is crucial, so others don't take advantage of you. These days, dealing with people requires setting clear boundaries.

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I remember a guy I had a crush on who graduated three years ago when I was in SS3. He comes from a very wealthy family, but he's the type to downplay his background. He doesn't like showing off or letting people know about his wealth.

No one ever knew that I had a crush on him. I'm really good at hiding my feelings and emotions, so I never let it show. He never looked at me, or at least, I never caught him looking at me. Maybe he did when I wasn't looking, but I'll never know for sure.

He loves reading books and novels. Actually, I learned how to read books from watching him without him even teaching me. He used to sit in a quiet place, and I would secretly observe him as he read. I became curious about what he was reading, so I started picking up the same books he was reading.

Back then, I didn't have the money to buy books, but I had a friend named Olive who came from a wealthy family. Her father was an avid reader, and I would often ask if I could borrow books from her. Sometimes she wouldn't even accept payment when I returned them. After our Ss3, Olive left the school, and I found a way to earn some money through a side job, allowing me to buy books.

I still remember my crush from those days. I used to pray fervently for him, even waking up at night to ask Allah for him to be my husband. It seems crazy looking back, but I genuinely fell for him. The last time I saw him was the day he wrote his final exam; he didn't even attend his graduation. I was saddened by his absence, and eventually, I stopped praying for us to be together. Instead, I began praying for his well-being and happiness, a practice I still continue, though my feelings for him have changed.

Some might view my prayers for him as a waste of time, but for me, it's a personal choice to dedicate a portion of my time to wish him well, even though he may not be aware of my existence.

We used to finish school at 1 pm, but as SS3 students, we have extra lessons in preparation for our upcoming WAEC exams, so we close around 4 pm.

Mrs. Deborah, our English teacher, has a fondness for me because I consistently rank as one of the brightest students in our class, usually taking the second position. Since Ashiru joined us, he's taken the first position, but I don't feel competitive towards him. Mrs. Deborah appreciates my attitude, saying, "Farha, you didn't get angry or upset, and I like that. But do your best to surpass him."

Wait isn't she supposed to be a little angry with me for letting someone take my position? While I don't care. "Ok, Ma thank you," I replied with a smile on my face.

Actually, I like Ashiru. I admire him and have a little crush on him; he's so cute and handsome. But it's just a crush. We can never be together, not a chance. Not because of anything, he's just not my type. Don't get me wrong, it's not because I have a crush on him that I didn't fight for my first position. Nope, he's just more brilliant than me, and I accept it. Some can be even more brilliant and intelligent than me. Sometimes we just have to accept things and just get over it, rather than becoming angry.

Though Ashiru is more handsome than my first crush. Oh! His name is Musa.

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