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Welcome to yet another chapter guys. The songs for the Chapter are:
1. My dear by Johnny Drille ft Di'ja
2. Mystery girl by Johnny Drille
Enjoy✨
KAM'S POV
When we all got to where the students were gathered, Miss Claire gave me a disappointed look before she faced the students and continued with what she was saying.
Mis Claire had shared us all into two groups and had given us a task which we were to start Tommorow.
"So you all would pick two group members from each group who are good in Photography and they would take random pictures from this school," she started, using her eyes to scan us all. "And I don't want any google images. I would know."
"But what if our group members aren't good in Photography?" Blessing asked which made me roll my eyes.
I was beginning to really dislike this girl to be honest. I never liked Social Science girls, except Halita but then, Blessing gave me every reason not to like her.
She complained about every single thing. She complained about the food that we were given, she complained about our rooms, she complained about the toilets, she complained about the environment and I was becoming sick of her already.
"Then you'll pick the best of the worst, abeg," Yolanda dismissed with a sigh as Blessing glared at her.
"I'll just communicate it to you all through WhatsApp. I'll create a group with your numbers and communicate it to you all," Mrs Nadine said with a smile on her face.
"Can I create the WhatsApp group? It seems like-"
"I already did that. I just created one," I cut Janet off with a Victorious smile on my face.
Janet glared at me and if looks could kill, I would be ten feets under right now. She looked like she wanted to desperately beat me up.
We were all about to go our separate ways when Four figures walked to where we stood.
They were on a Dark-blue hoodie and Joggers and they wore a Dark face-mask. They looked like robbers.
A million and one sirens blew in my head and I was about to run when I heard that calm soothing voice that I would never forget in a million years.
"We are not robbers. Don't be scared." She said, pulling her face mask down.
It was Zephan's Mom, Selena Davies.
"Thank God! You scared us all!" Mrs Nadine breathed out with a smile on her face.
It was dark and not many students were outside so they couldn't recognize that a Celebrity had entered their school.
"Oh my Goodness, it's Selena Davies!"
"Now I see where Zephan got his killer looks from."
"Omo, Zephan mama na hot babe oo!"
"God when! I need her as my mother in law asap!"
Those were the words that broke out from the mouth of students which made Mr Owens glare at us to make us keep quiet, yet they still kept talking.
"Can't you people crush on your classmates not your classmates mother?! If you guys are lazy then go to sleep!" Miranda sighed as she rolled her eyes.
That did the magic and shut everyone up.
"I heard about the excursion and I decided to bring my boys over. I hope I'm not too late?" She asked, smiling sweetly at Mrs Nadine.
"Not at all, Ma'am. We haven't done anything much." Mrs Nadine replied.
Selena scanned around with her eyes and immediately she saw me, she walked over to my side and wrapped her arms around me.
Today has to be the best day of my life.
"Thank you for coming over that day. I appreciate it a lot," she whispered as she pulled out of the hug.
"So I'll be going back to Abuja now. Please take care of my boys," she said, ruffling Zephan's full hair and plastering a small peck on Xavier and Xander's cheeks. "And Yolanda, how are you. Haven't seen you in a while,"
Selena knew Yolanda?
"Y-yeah. I'll tell my mom to call you," Yolanda stuttered as all eyes were on her.
"I want to see you in my house when the excursion is over, please darling," Selena said as she blew us a kiss and left.
FAREED'S POV
Painting and drawing was a therapy. It was the best kind of therapy. Artworks held so many hidden memories and emotions. Art speaks to the soul.
Art was my Therapy.
Damilola and I were picked for the upcoming competition next term and the school wanted an Art exhibition too so we were asked to make Fifty artworks.
There were other students from the senior secondary three and Senior secondary one but Damilola and I were the best painters in the school.
Damilola had gone for the excursion and I was the only one around so I decided to start painting some pieces, even though the school had declared this week a Mid-term break for our class because of the excursion.
The door creaked open and a beautiful figure walked in. She looked so breathtaking and I had to drop my paint brush just to stare at her.
Our Uniform sat pretty on her body and her hijab fitted her oval face. Her eyeliner made me stare at her eyes more than I should and I couldn't take my eyes off her.
"Fareed, are you busy?" She asked as I shook my head and removed my paint Apron and walked over to her side.
"I'm not dear. Why did you ask?" I questioned her, keeping up with her piercing gaze.
Those dark brown orbs were so full of life and vigour. One could get lost staring at them and her eyes were more pronounced with her eyeliner.
How could someone's eyes be so enchanting.
"Our Financial accounting teacher is not around so I'm free for the two periods," She uttered, a small smile forming on her lips.
"Can I show you around?" I asked as she nodded her head.
I held her hand as we walked to the school's Archaic Exhibition centre. There was a sign board that said “Aiken- Fernsby Academy's Art Gallery”.
"You know, I actually like the school's former name. Aiken- Fernsby sounds cute." She said, taking small strides ahead of me to where the door was located and tried to open the door but it didn't open.
"What's wrong with this door sef and it's dusty too!" She whined, rolling her cute eyes. "How are we going to get in?" she pouted.
I walked over to her side and put the key in the key hole. The door opened immediately and a sigh escaped her lips.
"You should have told me. You made me stress myself!" She scolded as I held her hands and dragged her inside.
I was the Art teacher's Favorite student so I was the only student with the key to the Old Art studio.
The Art Studio was dusty but it had one of the most beautiful pieces in the school and maybe the world at large.
"This looks so beautiful. I love it!" Halita squealed, walking over to where a piece was located.
"It's just too beautiful. I love it!" She added.
The piece was the first piece that I had painted in school. I was just in Junior secondary one then when I learnt that my Father was planning to get me married to a girl immediately after my Secondary school.
I felt betrayed and I hated Amattulah, so I skipped class and hid in the Art studio. I picked up a paint brush and painted a young boy with many faces.
The school's name was changed some weeks after and a new art Studio was opened so that artwork ended up in that room.
That was when I decided that I loved art. It helped me express my feelings without anyone knowing what I thought.
"What do you think about this piece?" I asked her. She wrapped her hand on her waist and blinked her eyes twice.
"It's about a sad boy. The boy isn't a naturally sad boy but he was really sad about something and it was giving him a different identity," she replied. I stared at her, my mouth gaping open in shock.
This girl has to be a witch or something.
"Why are you looking at me like that? Did I say anything wrong?" Halita questioned, walking closer to my side as I sucked in a deep breath.
Halita was standing directly in front of me and I could outline every single detail of her face, her smooth skin, her perfectly lined lip and her eyes.
This girl was beautiful!
"Fareed, what's wrong?" She asked, walking closer than ever to my front.
Ya Allah, save me from temptation.
"N-nothing. I just remembered something that I was planning to do during the break," I replied with a smile as I scratched the back of my head. "That's all."
"Right! Then continue showing me around!" She squealed as she dragged me.
Fareed and Halita though 😭. I was just smiling anyhow as I was writing this chapter.
Omo, I need a Fareed in my life😔. If you can Fareed me and think about me like Fareed, apply quickly.
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