It was the next day already. And believe me, it didn't start on a good note.

Waking up and returning back from the bathroom where I took my bathe, I realized something was off, when I had rummaged my bag to get my cream.

My Diary.

It was missing.

My face morphed into a deep frown as I retrieved my cream and smeared it all over my body. I just knew that such devious attitude wouldn't pass Naomi Ike.

That girl wouldn't just rest.

After the hostel devotion, I rushed into the tent of meeting for the morning message.

Well, to be honest, I rushed to find out what Naomi was up to, not just because of the message.

From a distance, I found Naomi and three other girls laughing their asses off as the message progressed. They would turn at intervals, glancing at me and then laughing again.

Honestly, I cared not. For I knew that the diary contained nothing than my brief biography. After an event that occured in Standard High, in which the diary of one of the students got leaked, I better than to write down my secrets.

I hissed and turned to face the preacher. He kept on preaching till my butt was aching and I was bored, as fuck.

Forgive Me, God.

But for real, the measage wasn't lively. Staring around, It was obvious that almost everyone was sleeping. Some had saliva streaming down their slightly parted lips. While a few would pretend as though they were engrossed in the ongoing message, when the ushers wake them up.

Chuckling, I beheld a young girl of about thirteen years who almost fell of her chair, while dozing off.

Finding out that half of the congregation were passive, the preacher rounded off his message and soon, we were all on our feet for prayer.

"Shit."

I bit my lips to avoid groaning loudly. My stomach suddenly started hurting and I had no idea of what was the problem.

"Jesus," I muttered, plopping down on my seat. God knew that I couldn't stand up any longer.

It's just cramps!, I overheard my subconscious snap at me.

I rolled my eyes, clutching my stomach more tightly. Shut It!, I snapped right back.

And just then, I felt a liquid pool inbetween my legs and my undies felt wet.

I grimaced.

Don't tell me it's my period.

Oh Jesus!

"Hey," I felt a hand tap my shoulder and I hesitated to whip my head to the back and give the guy a stink eye.

What?!, My expression screamed.

He handed me a dark blue leather jacket that wafted it's this sensuous cologne into my nose.

I quizzed him a brow, staring at his hand not wanting to believe that he was aware of my current predicament.

"You're stained," He whispered softly that no other than me, heard of it.

Literally, I snatched the jacket from him and tied it around my waist, slightly standing up to make it fit well.

That was when I recognised that I was yet to show gratitude.

For Shame Kaima!

That stupid subconscious of mine scolded.

Turning back to express my gratitude, I was hit with the realization that he was not on his seat any longer. Though his bible sat on his chair.

"In Jesus Mighty Name We Pray!" The preacher finalized his prayer and half of the congregation, mouthed an Amen.

Damn!

How could I stand up and walk out of the tent of meeting without being seen as ridiculous with my outfit.

Like who ties a jacket on the waist, when rocking a knee length Ankara gown?

Kaima.

Once again I got tapped from behind and I couldn't help but groan. "Here." That same dude that helped with his jacket handed me something in a black nylon.

I hesitated a bit before collecting it from him. And trust me, from what I checked out of him, he looked...

Hotter than Inferno.

He turned and left the tent of meeting with others who were doing the same. I felt the content of the black nylon with my hands and I knew, even without opening it that it he had gotten a pad.

A sanitary pad!

Jesus! Kaima, a dude got you a pad!!

I cringed.

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"Father Christmas and his seven brothers visted soneone today." The voice of Naomi sounded quite loud.

I rolled my eyes, lying down and crossing my legs on the down bunk, while typing away on my phone.

The useless condemned phone of mine that Mrs Okpala has refused to change.

Yes. That same phone that had it's screen shattered to a thousand pieces. And it's sensor malfunctioning.

I was chatting with Adanna, telling her how I ended in the youth camp with Naomi Ike as my bunk mate.

She sent me numerous laughing emojis and I couldn't help but sigh.

A frustrated sigh at that.

"You are just a disgrace to womanhood. So you can't calculate your..." I had to interrupt the bitch.

"Hey, hold it there." I snapped, putting away my phone. "Are you for real? I should be ashamed of what?"

"Everything!" Naomi retorted.

I hissed, switching off my phone and rolling on my sides. Drowning away from her annoying voice, I closed my eyes and began fantasizing about the guy who had earlier been of help.

In my fantasy, he was laughing and trying to woo me with his sweet tongue. But I was simply staring unfazed at him.

His hotness.

Oh! How much more could his caramel skin glow?

"Kaima!" I literally flew out my fantasy, sitting up on my bed to know who had shouted my name in that manner.

"Babe are you sleeping already. " Melody has visited as she had earlier promised me.

I groaned, internally.

"I wasn't." I muttered.

Honestly, I had no time for Melody, at the moment. I knew why she came. To ask me about what was in that black nylon.

When I finally left the tent of meeting, I saw her talking with Joanna. Upon sighting me, a smile crept up her face as she hugged me, using one of her hands that was wrapped behind me to attempt taking the nylon from me.

She even called me a stingy girl for buying snacks for myself and not remembering her existence.

If only she knew!

"So tell me, who bought you those snacks?" I laughed at the way she wiggled her brows.

"Which snacks?" I stared her, momentarily pausing my laughter.

"Oh please! Spare me that. We both know that you can't buy that for yourself."

Funny enough, I picked no offense at what she said. "Melody, I can buy whatever I want and whatever I need for myself."

"Tah!" She gave me a certain look. And began daring me to buy a Lamborghini, Or even the outdated Volkswagen.

Imagine!

"Okay__Okay," I breathed out.

"There's a boy behind the scene."