MY Days At Crown School?
?EPISODE_36
We are just friends
Not until I got my heart broken
That I realize he was more than a friend.
– Suzy James POV ✅
On our way back to Abuja, As expected, Dad asked me why I was crying so loud.
“Our Suzy is just so happy. Honey, she’s overwhelmed with joy.” Mom turned and smiled at me. As much as I wanted to disagree and tell Mom she was wrong, I was grateful she spoke up at the exact time, and saved me from Dad. After crying and crying, my head was spinning, and I decided to shut my heavy eyes closed.
I felt someone tapped me continuously, as I struggled to open my eyes. It was so heavy, and painful. Oh! I wish I was left alone. I wish my sleep was not disturbe-d. But no, the moment I was awake, everything c@m£ running back on and on, as the image of Victor staring at me appeared again.
Pain
Pain
Broken
Broken.
That was what I could feel just thinking about him. I
hate him.
A coward. That’s what he is.
Why did he not want to see me?
Why did he not come down from the car?
Arrogant!
God! I hate him for ma-king me feel so weak.
“Suzy get up!” I heard my sister’s voice, so loud, that I jumped up immediately. I felt the cold breeze of my humble home hit me, and I was happy to be back again.
“Sister Blessing, you scared me,” I said, getting out the car. I knew Dad didn’t believe what Mom said. He just decided to keep quiet and watch as usual. I quic-kly made my way inside so Dad won’t throw me more questions about the cry.
“Suzy who will pack your things in?” I heard my sister’s voice as I walked towards my room. I entered my room and fli-cked the light on. To my surprise, everywhere was neat and arranged. My be-dsheet was changed and I knew Mom was behind it all. I flung myself on my be-d. I just wanted to sleep, and forget about everything. Forget about him. And forget about us.
A tear sli-pped at the corner of my eye. I didn’t know why? But it was clear you can’t hate, when you still can’t let go. You can’t say good bye when you still want them around. You can’t give up, when you still want them to try. Those memories would do a good job tormenting, and make you wish things were just like how they used to be.
The tears
I couldn’t hold back.
“Suzy darling,” I heard my Mom’s voice approaching my room. “Suzy put something in your stomach before slee-ping.” Her voice was near. I did the next thing everyone would do if pretending to sleep. I turned around, slee-ping on my che-st and quic-kly shut my eyes closed.
The door was opened.
“Suzy dear,” I heard her call, and felt her sitting next to me on my be-d. “Come have dinner darling. Mom is so proud of you. And you make your Dad really happy today.” She was ru-bbing my back. “We love you so much dear.”
I couldn’t think of a better way to let Mom leave. I was not re-ady to answer any question from Dad. I knew if I didn’t do anything, Mom would f0rç£ me to the dinning to eat. I shifted a little, murmuring. “Mom, I’m not hungry. I’m really really tired.”
Guess I was wrong. I felt and heard the worms in my stomach roaming about and cried out telling me…
My sister, we are here o.
This stomach is empty abeg.
I could feel it myself.
I was hungry.
Like seriously hungry.
“Okay, I should let you rest.” Mom finally said, and I was grateful. She ru-bbe-d my back again. And after some minutes of praising me and telling me how proud I made her, she left. I heaved a sigh, and heard the worms in my stomach cried out again. This time, they must be very angry because it was louder, and took a minute before they st©pped. I sat up straight. Sleep was not coming. And I was seriously hungry. I picked up my phone, and called my p@rtner in crime.
“Sister Blessing, I’m really hungry. I don’t want to face Mom and Dad yet,” I said immediately she answered the call. After waiting for some minutes that felt like hours, the door of my room was finally opened.
“So you’re hungry,” she walked in. Sitting next to me, she threw a small bag at me. I gr@bb£d it, and opened it as fast as I could. I brou-ght out the two potato ch!ps, and a bottle of fanta. “Thank you big sis.” I threw her a k!ss, and as usual, she started laughing. “See how you’re eating like you’ve been starved for days.” She laughed again. I quic-kly covered her mouth. “Mom will hear you. I told her I want to rest, not laugh.”
She laughed, but she managed to lower her voice. “My sister is in love,” she tea-sed me with her eyes. As I tried not to blus-h, she managed to provoke my mouth, and I smiled a little.
What does she mean by that?
Acting like I didn’t know what she was talking about, i concentrated eating the second ch!ps instead.
She laughed. “Is me you want to form for? I will just collect my ch!ps now.” She br@gged, threatening me. She was doing her eyes one kind that made me bur-st into laughter.
Like seriously, as annoying as she is, she’s fun.
“Sister Blessing, plea-se let me eat.” I faked a frown. She chuckled lightly, and tickle me.
I bur-st into laughter. But I tried to keep my voice down. “Sister Blessing st©p.” She wasn’t listening. “Okay, fine I will tell you.” She st©pped, and turned to me, re-ady to listen to gist.
“You too like gist,” I said, and empty the remaining fanta in the bottle inside my stomach. I threw the bottle on the floor, and grin at sister Blessing. “I just like him, but not anymore.” I said trying to be confident about being over him.
“No you still do,” sister Blessing said. That guy in black shade right? Victor Stephen?”
I was just staring.
Wait….
How did she know?
.Even his name.
“How?” I just said.
“Sorry, I check your inbox. You shouldn’t leave messages like that on your phone. What if mom, or Dad somehow checked your inbox. I was worried when you insisted on going to Lekki. I nee-ded to know who your friends are. So I ended up checking your inbox.” She explained. “And I recognized him the moment I saw him. You have his picture.”
“But I didn’t show you.”
She laughed. “Suzy you specially have his pictures like albu-m, that you wrote Victor Stephen. Thank your star Mom and Dad were busy discussing,” she said. “The moment I saw him, I knew that was the Victor my sister likes so much.”
I managed not to feel sober. “Too much is not the correct word sister Blessing,” I said to her. “I just like him, but not anymore.”
A tear managed to sli-pped down. Sister Blessing smiled. “It’s okay baby. Don’t allow any guy to destroy your system. Don’t cry over him. I think it’s just a normal crush. You will get over it.” She wiped away my tears. “You will meet more guys and learn more about relationsh!p. Don’t allow him to take charge of how you feel. You won’t see him anymore, so start learning how to be yourself.”
I smiled throu-gh my tears. My sister was so sweet, and I couldn’t help but respect her more. She was right. There was no way Victor and I would see again. And to avoid any more calls or text from him, I will have to break my sim.
But what about my friends?
I think I will have to write them down.
“Now rest,” I heard sister Blessing’s voice, smiling up at me. Her laughter was gone. Instead, she looked at me with love, and didn’t pester me more on the matter. She finally got up, and took her leave. Filled and satisfied, I flung myself back on my warm be-d, taking the long rest I nee-ded.
???????
For the third time, I heard my phone rang disturbing my sleep.
Who on earth could that be?
Huh!
Disturbing me!
I groped my hand un-der my pillow and pu-ll-ed out the phone. My eyes fli-cked open adjusting to the light that flashed at me.
Eight missed calls
So, I was just deceiving myself thinking my phone just rang for three times.
I refused to check the caller who decided to wake up very early in the morning, disturbing someone else with calls. Such person did not have work. I dropped my phone beside my pillow, and decided to continue the slee-ping business.
Arrhhh
What!
The phone was ringing again.
I’m slee-ping whoever is calling.
I wish the person could hear me, and st©p calling me alre-ady. I was about to reach for the phone when it st©pped ringing.
Praise God!
As I was about to close my eyes again, I heard that ringing tone.
Standing here in this place…
Wondering how forever will last..
Staring into your face…
Now thinking, wanna see the end of forever with
you..
Over and over again….
“What?” I picked it up to put an end to the call.
“Are we fighting?” I recognized my cousin’s voice.
“Mercy I can’t say. But right now, your calls won’t let me sleep.”
“What!” Mercy almost blocked my left ear. “Did I just hear you say sleep. As in you’re still slee-ping at eleven in the morning?”
I jumped up like someone who was being beaten from the dream. “Eleven what?”
“Eleven o’clock!” Mercy laughed.
How come Mom didn’t wake me up?
“Suzy can you hear me at all? Are you alright? Suzy.” I heard Mercy’s voice calling out for me.
“Yea. Perfectly alright.”
Yes. I was alright. Nothing is going on with me.
Don’t allow any guy to destroy your system.
Yes.
Alright
Perfectly alright.
“So why disturbing me with your calls?” I asked her.
“Surprise!” She laughed. “I’m coming to Abuja to spend some days with you. Big Mom told me you’re back.”
Wow! Mercy coming to Abuja again? Would finally have someone to talk to. I was so happy. I really missed her. “So when?” I asked.
“On my way alre-ady,” she said. “I can’t wait to hear the gist about your cute b©yfri£nd. Victor Stephen right?”
Why?
Why now?
“There is nothing to gist about. And I’ve told you, he’s not my b©yfri£nd. Okay!”
She laughed. “Plenty gist. I can feel it,” she said.
“Hope you are re-ady to wash because your favorite aunt is around.” I told her
“What! Wait… Sister Blessing is.. around?” She stammered.
I laughed.
God yaff catch you.
“Just be prepared to work like that.” I scared her, because I knew she didn’t like house chores.
She st©pped laughing. “Well, I can do all things throu-gh Christ which strengthens me,” she quoted a verse in the bible.
I laughed. What has Phili-ppians 4 vs 13 got to do with wash and be be re-ady to work?
“How long will thou sleep, O Sluggard. When will thou arise out of your sleep.” I quoted a bible verse also. “St©p dreaming my dear cousin. You people should st©p using that to cover up, because God himself do not like lazy people.”
She laughed. “Well done ma! We are now quoting bible, and you’re even calling me sluggard?”
“You started it first. Is like Mtn has given you extra bonus.”
She chuckled lightly. “You got it right. It’s better to use it before they take everything back. Anyways, we will talk better when we see. Don’t forget to make chin chin for your favorite cousin,” she said.
I laughed. Lazy girl. I know she will run back to Lagos if care is not taken. And of course, I will gladly esc-rt her to the garage because she won’t rest on Victor’s case, until she knows everything.
“Okay bye Suzy,” she finally said, and ended the call.
I heaved a sigh, and placed my phone on my mirror stand. I stretched on my be-d, got up, and fli-pped the curtains, allowing the bright light into my room. I wondered why Mom didn’t wake up, allowing me to sleep for that long.
I headed towards the sitting room in my night go-wn, which I later changed into when I woke up in the middle of the night. Mom was working on her sewing machine. “Good morning mom,” I greeted. She looked up and smiled at me.
“You really enjoyed your sleep,” she tea-sed.
“But mom, why didn’t you wake me?”
“You looked very tired last night. But your food is re-ady. Go take your bath, and get something in that stomach. You didn’t eat last night.”
No Mom.
I ate potato ch!ps
Even with fanta
Of course, I would never say that out. Instead, I turned back and headed back to my room. When I got to my room, I realized I didn’t tell Mom that Mercy called. But that wasn’t necessary since she had called Mom too. I entered the bathroom with my white towel covering my b©dy. As I entered, I turn on the shower.
Finally dressed up in a black jean, and pink shivon on t©p of it. I went to dinning, and served my portion, and as always, to my satisfaction. No one would watch or tell me it’s small or much. From one corner of my eye, I saw Mom got up, approaching the dinning. She gently took her seat beside me.
Hmm….
If it was Dad, I would have say..
‘ lecture time’.
She gestured with her hand for me not to talk and just eat.
“Suzy dear,” she started with low, and cool voice.
“Your Dad and I are very excited, and proud of your performance in school. And we know you will do well in your WAEC exams. I wanted to collect a Jamb form for you this year, but your Dad insisted we shouldn’t rush you.”
A smile spre-ad on my face, knowing Dad said that. “Yes mom. I excited about Dad’s decision, because I really do not want to rush myself too.” I was done talking before I realized I was told not to talk.
“It’s okay,” she smiled. “But your Dad was discussing about GCE exams, which I didn’t agree to. You’ve done WAEC, and you’ve done NECO too. I’m sure you will do well, so I don’t see any nee-d for you taking GCE again,” Mom defended.
My smile wi-de-ned. I alre-ady st©pped eating. “Thank you so much Mom.” Mom smiled back. “Now eat,” she said, still watching me.
I was just smiling.
Dad has come again
I know Dad loves me, and he’s helping me. But I don’t love his ideas about exams all the time.
“Do you know Mercy is coming to spend some days here?” She asked?
“Yes mom, she called me too.”
“Okay,” she mumbled. “Now eat, no exams,” she chuckled slowly.
I wish I could jump on her, and tell her how much I love her for disagreeing with Dad.
But I thought you love him Suzy?
Not when he’s trying to set up another exams for me.
Biko!
The br@in nee-ds rest.
“You’re the best Mom.” It sli-pped out of my mouth, and I was glad I said it. She looked more happier, before leaving the table.
Whether she disagreed with Dad or not, I love Mom, and I love her so much, but I know sometimes, Dad’s decision wins.
,✒✒✒✒
Story_Continues✔✔