Don't come for me please. 😂 But, I'm here again.
I sincerely would have updated ages ago but I needed to finish editing the previous chapters.
It literally took forever.
According to the previous chapter, it is Thursday. In this chapter, it's still the same day.
Enjoy the chapter. ❤️
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"I fell by the wayside, like everyone else.
I hate you, I hate you, I hate you.
But I was just kidding myself . . ." Before You Go - Lewis Capaldi
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Tony's POV
The minutes pass by slowly, right down to its milliseconds. Each moment drags out like a distorted motion film as if to taunt me. Every thud my heart makes resounds in my ears, competing with the sickening tick-tock sound of the wall clock.
I fear that, perhaps, I may collapse soon from sheer emotional exhaustion but —
"Ma'am, the Principal is on seat now." The receptionist in the lobby of the administrative building says to my mum.
Mum barely side eyes me before standing up and following the man leading us to the Principal's office. She hasn't as much as spoken a word to me since she got to school a little over fifteen minutes ago.
I feel like a lamb being led to the slaughter, quite literally. This meeting will decide my fate; will I get suspended? Or worse still, expelled. I am genuinely at my wit's end and I deeply regret ever getting in trouble and causing my mum to be called down here.
"Good afternoon, Ma."
Mr. Daramola, the Principal, wastes no time in greeting my mother as we enter his office. Tons of paperwork crowds his thick, mahogany desk and several more are stacked in the shelves behind him.
He points to the swivel chairs before him for us to sit but I don't. The intense apprehension twisting my innards won't let me.
"Good afternoon, Mr. Daramola." My mum responds, quickly glancing at the name plate on his desk.
"I'm sorry to have requested your presence on such short notice, Madam, but it's quite the matter of urgency."
My mum only sighs deeply and nods. It really breaks my heart to see her reactions and it's completely justifiable. This is so unlike me, so drastically different from what I know myself to be capable of.
"Er . . . I don't know if you have seen the video?" He asks.
"Video?" Mum parrots, turning slightly to meet my nervous gaze and looking back at the Principal. "What is this even about? I thought I was called because he got in trouble for leaving school abruptly yesterday."
"It is related, Ma'am." Mr. Daramola clarifies,"Have a look at this."
He hands my mum a phone after a few taps.
My world seems to come to a standstill as I watch her expression contort negatively. Even the air from the air conditioner appears to drop a few more degrees.
"Akinwale, what is this?"
She carelessly gives the phone back and makes to stand up but he stops her.
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