Gone Savage

chapter 10

Let me even examine the bag.

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"Chai, am sure this woman went to get isale apoti". I whispered and sat on the stairs looking at them.

"You don't even know anything, my husband took me for shopping in Miami and he also got me a Hermes bag for my birthday last week". Iya Aliyah said standing up from her sit and started turning around.

"Ehn you don't mean it". My mom said.

"Anyways, if you guys went for shopping and all those stuffs. I just donated 10 million naira to three ophanage homes last week." My mom said crossing her legs.

Med o, I trust iya Amope any other iya Amope is a counterfeit.

Mrs Holloway opened her mouth and folded her arms.

"Rachael (my mom's name), you don't mean what you said?" Mrs  Holloway asked.

"You deposited 30 million naira for ophanage homes". Iya Aliyah said adjusting herself on the sit.

"Yes now! Anything for the needy" my mom said.

And they was a silence, but wait my mom told me to price 100 naira but she can give away millions.

Mother's and thier pricing book of anatomy.

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Evening time already and I had to start preparing for lessons.

I wore a black high waist skinny jeans with a Fendi crop top and a D&G converse.

If you go to my school evening lesson and you don't dress, sorry to say (I pity your career). What students would say to you would make you feel like stealing from a boutique.

Even if you are the type that doesn't like to dress. The way boys of my class usually hype those girls that dresses alot, you would hate your self.

"You are already going?" My mom asked.

"Yes ma, is they anywhere you want to send me to?" I said touching the knob of the door.

"No my dare. you can go but don't return home late". She said, giving me a warning expression. "But you look lovely my daughter". She added.

"Awn thanks Mom". I said and left the house.

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I walked into the school compound seeing some students parking themselves in groups everywhere.

    You know those group (girls) that usually like to wear the same clothes for lessons and won't play with the person that destroys the code of dressing.
For example:
"Girls let wear skirt for next week lesson". The leader would say.

"Which color?" The assistant leader would ask.

"What of pink skirt with white top.". The leader would say.

"But, I don't have a pink skirt what of black". The low_self esteem one added.

"Ehn if you don't have pink skirt don't join us and don't even bother talking to us or sitting with us for lesson". The leader would say and walk out.

Trust me my school girls are full of that. So bad, why those it have to be like that? I Thank God I didn't put myself in that type of level.

Just imagine! someone telling me what to wear, the only time I can even do that is for occasional stuffs.

The worst part about it is that they would be feeling themselves as if they are on top of the world and would treat the beautiful one as if she is wearing a bag of trash.

Mean while, they only did that because they are jealous and the person is more beautiful than them.

Getting to the class, I received a text message form Jane.
It said:
Jane : are you already in school?

Me: yah am about to enter inside the class

I entered the class and gosh the whole class looked at me as if I was the cover photo of Vogue magazines.

   My eyes met with prince and butterflies filled my stomach.

I gently catwalked to my sit, yet few of them looked at me.

Prince POV :
See fyn bade, a guy in his right senses would not let this one go.

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The teacher wasn't around yet, so I picked up my phone and went to Instagram.

As I scrolled down the screen I saw one of my friends picture. She had told me she was in school but it seemed as if she was at home. Would she lie?.

"This girl is fyn, is she still going to school". Jane asked, Almost entering into the phone screen.

"I don't even know if she's in school". I said.

" Is she morla?" Jane asked

"No o she's Fulani". I said.

"Ah! And you are talking about a school, oma ti marry seens". Jane said slapping the table.

I laughed a little. It not actually thier fault it thier culture and they feel it right.

"Ahn Jane it doesn't mean". I said to her.

The whole class was rumbling the math teacher had just entered into the class, holding what students feared the most, his long partner.

"Settle down class and let's start solving". Mr Dayo said, writing the topic on the board.

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Two boring hours later.

"Ok class,this is your assignment". Mr Dayo said, packing his books.

"Ope o!" A student form the back yelled.

The whole class looked at him.

••••To be continued.