~You Underestimate My Power~

-Unknown.

☆●PRISCILLA ELZER SOUTH●☆

A soft thud got me startled as I sat up on my bed, slowly bringing my knees up to my chest. Beads of saline fluids moved with relative ease all over my face. Without hesitation, I tilted my head to the left, only to behold my panel rod pocket curtains down on the marbled floor like a heap of clothes.

Groaning, I couldn't help but lament about this freaking house. Just minutes ago, I had laid on the softness of my bed, hoping to get some rest; only for this to happen.

Wiping the saline fluids with the back of my palm, I looked up and shot the air conditioner a glare. Evidently, it was on. It always has been on. But I was still sweating.

Cuss words almost flew out of my lips but I did a great job restraining my lips from vomiting all sort of absurdities this early morning. When would Mr Christian South understand the fact this villa is making me sick to the bones? Like, Everyone here with the inclusiveness of, the furniture and fixtures were constantly stirring up irritation and indignation within my very being.

Leaning over, I stretched my left hand towards the blue side table, eyed the round, dimmable, dolphin blue table lamp and held up my middle finger, prodding some buttons on the intercom.

"Good Morning, Priscilla." A voice shot over the intercom. And I knew it was no other foolish maid than Amanda.

"Get to my room, now!" I spoke into the intercom speaker with the most authoritative voice, one could use on a calm morning like this.

Stretching fully on my bed, I crossed my legs and stared with utter disgust at the stickers and posters on the blue walls of my room.

Who the fuck said that I fancied Disney characters? Else, what was Tinkerbell and her fellow creatures doing on my wall?!

Continual ripping of those stickers was exhausting. And the provocative part of all this was the instant replacement of them all...

by mother.

The door of my room flew open and I whipped my head instantly to know what guts the maids are having around this house to barge unpermitted, disrupting my lone time.

"Priscilla!"

It was mother. Shock was embedded in her facial expression as she took in my appearance. Looking away from her, I reached for the TV remote that was on the blue side table and proceeded to switch on the television.

"What is wrong with you this early morning, Cilla?! Why are you not yet dressed for school? Why can't you be like other punctual kids out there who gives their parents less trouble?!" She yelled.

My eyes were fixed on the TV screen as I watched the two female boxers fighting for the Light Weight Championship Belt. The pale skinned, average heighted lady who had her blonde hair tied in a bun was diligently delivering punches to her opponent- a tall, huge, red haired lady that had an obvious scar on her right chin.

Her devotion to each lethal blow got me hooked. As I watched with utter bliss, the blonde haired woman almost sending her opponent to oblivion with each punch that followed suite.

"Cilla!"

I nearly jumped at the sound of my name. It mother looking it at me, as though I was an unidentified creature. She rushed towards my bed, taking me unaware and snatched the TV remote out of my hands.

And she switched the TV off.

SHE SWITCHED THE TV OFF!

"Why did you do such thing?"

"What kind of child are you?"

We both yelled, the same time. Our voice blending in and forming a loud, irritation filled one, laced with frustration.

She glared at me. At my soul. Those coal black eyes seemed to be talking to me. No, pleading with me. For as seconds turned to minutes, those dark eyes glistened with tears.

They reminded me of splatters of rainfall on a newly tarred road.

"You're so difficult, Priscilla. What haven't I and your dad done for you? Not just are you a... a difficult child but a strange one. Is this the kind of joy you get whenever you intimidate your fellow kids in school?" She said, turning to the TV that she had switched off.

"What do you want, Cilla?!" Her voice turned into a whisper.

Taking my eyes off her, I got out of the bed and walked towards the wall opposite it. Facing Tinkerbell and her fellow creatures. A dark chuckle emanated from me as I pulled out all those unwanted, disgusting creatures that scared me to death at night.

Turning to mother, with my thin straight lined lips curved into a strained smile, I watched in contentment as her face morphed into horror.

Then I proceeded to walk towards the wall adjacent to my bed. Right there was the poster of Lindsay Logan. I stared challengely at those russet brown eyes of hers and mentally, dared those eyes that had turned ventra black every damn nights, glaring at me with those hawk-like eyes to come alive once more and do its worst.

"C-Cilla!" The breaking pattern of mother's voice got me lacerating the Lindsay Logan poster.

"Maybe, you now know what I want." I turned fully to her. Her eyes were still fixed on the mess that I created.

Chuckling once more, I looked around for any colourful liquid or substance that I could use to mar the stupid blue walls. But luckily for her, I found none.

So fortunate for her cause I had the intention of being an upgraded version of that difficult child that she termed me to be. Had I laid my eyes on any potential paint at that moment, I would so damage the wall such that it would even be an eye sore to the workers she would pay to have it repainted.

She suddenly squatted right where she had stood and buried her face on her laps, her shoulders shaking violently as those sobs of hers filled my ears.

I stood and stared at her.

I stood and stared at mother.

I stood and stared at Diane South.

Then I looked away. She had no right to squat right there and sob like she had just good intentions. She had no right to have denied me so many things people I was better than, got to have.

She didn't.

"Get up and leave my room!" I told her, meaning every single word that left my lips.

In my mind, I was already counting. And should it have reached up to ten, with her still in my room; not sorry to say, I would have treated her like she was my age mate.

Mother... Diane, stood up with her face buried in her palm as she turned to exit my room. Staring long and hard at her back, I didn't hesitate to tell her to call one of the workers to fix the silly rod pocket ombre curtains that faded from a dark shade of blue to a brighter shade of grey (one of the few sane colours in this room).

Then I kicked my room door shut.

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The hallway was free of the maids going about their duties. And that I couldn't be more grateful for. The black marbled floor sharply contrasts the grey walls which had no, not even a stain on them.

Walking further, the coal black doors on both sides of the hallway shone, signifying the dedication the maids pay by polishing it, regularly. And the silver globe handles made them look quite unique.

Many years ago, this would have been my thought. But now, as I took brisk strides towards where I had in mind, I have never found the hallway so hideous.

"Your breakfast is ready, Ma'am." Out of the nowhere, Amanda had called out as she ran towards me.

"Ma'am?!" I paused in my tracks and glared at her.

"Uhm, Sorry... P-Priscilla." She bowed slightly, looking so uncomfortable.

"So this is the time you are meant to inform me of breakfast?"

"Certainly not, Priscilla." She said, her eyes fixated on my four inches heel. "Your mother had been in your room for so long a time. A-And I can't interrupt you both."

She explained, her eyes still on my feet.

"You can help yourself with the food." I stated and started walking towards the exit door of the house.

"Huh?"

Totally ignoring her, I opened the red foreign door and shut it behind me. Yet, did I still hear her expressing gratitude.

Outside, the sun was shining ruthlessly. And it made me regret not bringing my sunshade along.

The maids that were sweeping the tiled floor of the compound all muttered their greetings as I walked past them to the garage which was meters away from the main building.

"Good Morning, Priscilla." Ede- My personal driver greeted. "You look absolutely beautiful... but with a touch of deadliness." He added, laughing as though he just said something amusing?

"What time is it?" I asked, opening the back seat of the Range Rover Sports car and settling down on it.

"Eleven minutes past ten." He answered, shutting close my door.

Then with a poker and business minded face, Ede went over to the driver's seat and turned on the ignition.

☆●ANDREW IRIS HILLS●☆

If overrated was a multiple of one person, then it was Chimdi Jackson and all other nice and friendly guys in my department who went about flashing the girls Mr Cool smiles but still said shitty stuffs about them in their circle.

Just like now...

Chimdi Jackson had asked Uduya who was just two rows away if we were still having Mr Olukoye's test, for she was close with the lecturer.

When Uduya had answered him about not being sure, he nodded and shot her a smile. Only for him to wash her down with his friends, about being a dumb harlot.

"Andrew, you and this your shirt. Are you not tired of adjusting it?" Fred, the guy sitting next to me had inquired, loud enough to not just cut short my observations about Chimdi and his guys, but for many others sitted around us to turn, sparing us a glance.

"What do you mean, guy?" I retorted harshly, glaring at him.

Fred shook his head and muttered inaudible things under his breathe. But I heard them so well. For it was as though he had leaned towards me, whispering those words in my ear.

What A Weird Boy.

He had called me weird.

Turning away from the scornful, nerve hitting look on his, I adjusted the collar of my shirt one more time before flipping through the pages of the BIO 101 note before me.

I had to read. Not just to pass. But for the fear of dropping out of medical school. And never have I ever invested so much time into reading, than now. For the pre medical, first MBBS exams was fast approaching.

It was just three months away.

Or rather, an approximation of thirteen weeks.

"Good Morning, Students." The deep baritone voice that had the class dead silent for the moment, signified the presence of Mr Olukoye.

He was a strict, no nonsense lecturer who tolerated no form of nonchalance from no student. He condoled not, late coming to his class neither did he stand students pressing their phones whenever he was teaching.

"We would be treating principles of human health and disease." He said, bringing the microphone closer to his mouth.

What about the test?, I sighed.

Some of us were already murmuring about Mr Olukoye failing to give us test, as promised. But as I watched more intently, the excitement bubbling within them, all came to light. And I couldn't help but chuckle, at how effortlessly fake, people could be.

"Six themes would be selected from Metabolic Syndrome, Neurodegenerative disorder, Cardiovascular diseases, Reproductive and developmental disorders. And each of the themes must begin with a case study of human clinical symptoms." Mr Olukoye continued.

At this point, I was wondering if we were truly not having the test nor lecture. Because, with all this dictation of our Genetics lecturer, it seemed like an impending project.

Not that it interested me not. Cause come on, this could give me comprehensive knowledge of the key principles that underpin the human health and diseases.

But...

"Ehh... the course rep must help me divide the entire class into six groups. And each group must pick a theme to work on. We would be having lectorials, starting from our next class. So, I advice the serious ones to use this opportunity and pursue their twenty marks."The tall, ebony skinned lecturer finished. All the while, sporting the most serious look.

"Sir," Our course rep, Nadine stood up to ask Mr Olukoye a question.

He nodded, giving her a chance to inquire all she wanted.

"Are we really going to finish this, uh, research before your next class?" Nadine tried to pull a confident look.

But I could see how scared and nervous she was, as her hands were shaking. More like trembling.

She clenched her fist to control herself.

"I will assume that you all got what I said. We'll be calling it a day." Mr Olukoye stated and turned to leave the lecture room.

Once he had left, the lecture room turned into a place of jesting, gossiping and fight.

Two girls of same height, skin tone and facials, donning similar T-shirts of black background, red and green lines and half of a yellow sun, situated between the lines; just walked past where I sat, laughing and discussing about Nadine Issachar.

I wonder, what feel people get when they make same foolish mistakes. Just two days ago, during our BIO 101 class, Mr Olukoye had not just ignored her silly question; but threw her a shade as he exited the class, minutes later.

And today, Nadine had proceeded to ask same foolish question.

Even when she knew what his response would be.

Everyone seated in the same row with me had left. I adjusted my shirt one more time and crossed my sling bag over my upper body. My shoulder carrying the almost non existent weight of the single strap.

Chimdi Jackson.

He suddenly came to memory. And I watched him slap hands with his like-minded friends; for I wouldn't call what they did a proper handshake.

The guy, few tone darker than I am and about four inches taller; left without the company of his friends.

Impulsively, I stood up, ran my hands over my low cut and cautiously, followed him out of the lecture hall.

Standing aside, I watched him slap hands with more his guys and spank the behind of some ladies he seemed to be close to, in a sexual way.

Then he walked on. And, I did just that. Till from meters away where I stood, acting like I was waiting for someone, he walked into EDISON hostel.

My hostel as well.

I should have known, when he went the same route. But then, I had conflicting thoughts.

A small smile crept up my face. He was closer than I ever imagined. And I couldn't wait to lay hold on that neck of his, sending him to abyss.

☆●AUTHOUR'S NOTE●☆

How do you see the first chapter?

It was meant to be longer. But I decided not to continue, since it's just the first chapter.

What are your thoughts on Priscilla? Do you think her being a difficult person is true or not?

Who else already conspiracy theories about Andrew??🌚🌚

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