Miss me?

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I closed the door to the living room and glanced at the empty room. Everywhere seemed deserted, but I didn't want to draw any conclusions until I got upstairs.

"Sister, I'm home," I stated as I climbed the stairs. I entered the foyer and went to Debby's room. After trying the door, I concluded that I was alone in the house. She probably had a client or something. I decided to let it go and went back to my room.

When I arrived, I decided to take a shower first. When I was finished and dressed comfortably, I lay down on the bed with my phone above my head. I wasn't in the mood to converse, so I decided to browse my apps and old messages to keep myself occupied till I felt hungry again. Although I didn't want to talk, I felt my thumbs move when I saw Romeo's name on my WhatsApp.

𝐘𝐨𝐮

𝙷𝚒!

I observed a single tick emerge below my message, followed by a double tick. My small hope faded as I understood Romeo would not react to my message. I let out a sigh and chose to drop my phone.

Ding!

I paused my action to look at my screen once more. It was a message from Krystian.

𝐊𝐫𝐲𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐚𝐧

𝚆𝚊𝚜𝚗'𝚝 𝚎𝚡𝚙𝚎𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚎𝚎 𝚊 𝚐𝚑𝚘𝚜𝚝 𝚝𝚘𝚍𝚊𝚢.

𝐘𝐨𝐮

𝙷𝚊𝚑𝚊𝚑𝚊, 𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢 𝚏𝚞𝚗𝚗𝚢.

I rolled my eyes before looking at the screen one more time.

𝐊𝐫𝐲𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐚𝐧

𝙻𝚒𝚟𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝙾𝚛𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚜𝚗'𝚝 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚋𝚊𝚍, 𝚛𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝?

𝐘𝐨𝐮

𝙸 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚍𝚘𝚗'𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚊𝚕𝚔 𝚊𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚒𝚝, 𝚊𝚋𝚎𝚐.

Krystian did not reply right away, and I suspected he was talking to someone else.

𝐊𝐫𝐲𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐚𝐧

𝚂𝚘 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚊𝚕𝚔 𝚊𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚝?

𝐘𝐨𝐮

𝚁𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚘.

A hilarious sticker was sent by Krystian right after that.

𝐊𝐫𝐲𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐚𝐧

𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚊𝚕𝚔 𝚊𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚊𝚗𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚐𝚞𝚢 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚖𝚎.

I refused to have a double meaning to a harmless chat.

𝐘𝐨𝐮

𝙷𝚎 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠𝚜.

𝐊𝐫𝐲𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐚𝐧

𝙰𝚗𝚍? 𝙸𝚝 𝚒𝚜𝚗'𝚝 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚑𝚎'𝚜 𝚐𝚘𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚎𝚕𝚕 𝚊𝚗𝚢𝚘𝚗𝚎.

𝐘𝐨𝐮

𝙷𝚘𝚠 𝚜𝚞𝚛𝚎 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞?

𝐊𝐫𝐲𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐚𝐧

𝙿𝚛𝚎𝚝𝚝𝚢 𝚜𝚞𝚛𝚎.

I grumbled and set my phone beside me for a few seconds before an idea struck me.

𝐘𝐨𝐮

𝙸 𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚑𝚎𝚕𝚙 𝚑𝚒𝚖 . . .

I paused before erasing the unsent message.

𝐘𝐨𝐮

𝙸 𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚗𝚎𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚑𝚎𝚕𝚙 𝚑𝚒𝚖.

𝐊𝐫𝐲𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐚𝐧

𝙱𝚎 𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚌𝚒𝚏𝚒𝚌.

𝐘𝐨𝐮

𝙸 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚑𝚎𝚕𝚙 𝚑𝚒𝚖 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚜𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚛. 𝚂𝚑𝚎 𝚒𝚜 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚑𝚘𝚜𝚙𝚒𝚝𝚊𝚕 𝚋𝚎𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚊 𝚕𝚒𝚏𝚎-𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚗𝚎𝚜𝚜.

𝐊𝐫𝐲𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐚𝐧

𝙰𝚗𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚑𝚎𝚕𝚙 𝚑𝚒𝚖? 𝙸 𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚌𝚕𝚊𝚒𝚖𝚎𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚗𝚘 𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚛 𝚗𝚎𝚠, 𝚗𝚎𝚠 𝚐𝚒𝚛𝚕.

Moving from my lying position, I sat in front of my reading table so that I could reach my phone's charger cord beneath the table.

𝐘𝐨𝐮

𝙸 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚑𝚎'𝚜 𝚝𝚘𝚘 𝚙𝚛𝚒𝚍𝚎𝚏𝚞𝚕 𝚝𝚘 𝚊𝚌𝚌𝚎𝚙𝚝 𝚑𝚎𝚕𝚙, 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚠𝚎 𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚗𝚎𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚑𝚎𝚕𝚙 𝚑𝚒𝚖.

𝐊𝐫𝐲𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐚𝐧

𝚆𝚎?

𝐘𝐨𝐮

𝚈𝚎𝚜, 𝚠𝚎. 𝚆𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚋𝚎 𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚕𝚒𝚟𝚎 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚏 𝚒𝚏 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚎𝚗𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚜𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚛, 𝚎𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚌𝚒𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚑𝚎𝚕𝚙𝚎𝚍?

Of course, Krystian took his time to respond. So many times; I saw the typing notification, but just as it came, it disappeared.

𝐊𝐫𝐲𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐚𝐧

𝙸𝚝'𝚜 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚊𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚑𝚎𝚕𝚙𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚑𝚒𝚖 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚊𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚑𝚒𝚖 𝚊𝚌𝚌𝚎𝚙𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚑𝚎𝚕𝚙 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚘𝚠𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊 𝚏𝚒𝚜𝚝.

𝐘𝐨𝐮

𝚂𝚘 𝚠𝚎 𝚌𝚊𝚗'𝚝 𝚑𝚎𝚕𝚙 𝚑𝚒𝚖?

𝐊𝐫𝐲𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐚𝐧

𝚃𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎'𝚜 𝚊 𝚠𝚊𝚢 𝚝𝚘 𝚑𝚎𝚕𝚙.

I had just finished reading his message when a video call from him surfaced. I was a little panicked, which made me confused. Why was I panicky? Who was Krystian to me, making me feel all wound up because I wasn't looking my best?

"Why are you calling?"

"Why? I'm not allowed to see something pretty in the morning?" I nearly choked on his inquiry. Why was he being so bold with his teasing these days?

"Very funny," I said, trying to brush it off. "You said there was a way?"

Krystian nodded. He was putting on a dark blue T-shirt and lying on a bed. He was presumably in his room or Hymn's. "I know the hospital his sister is at, and I'm kind of close to the family that owns that hospital."

My brow furrowed upon hearing that. Forcing my head to tilt sideways. "How do you know the owners of the hospital?"

"Damian was a student at our school. He can help." I saw him move himself to a sitting position, and before I could enquire, 'How?' he continued. "Romeo is too proud to accept help, so why don't we help him in a way that doesn't look obvious?"

I hated how lost I was, so I had to ask. "How?"

Krystian mostly gazed. He appeared to be unsure of his notion yet felt compelled to try it. "Well, it goes like . . ."

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When I heard murmuring, I rushed downstairs. As I approached the bottom of the stairs, I noticed my sister in front of the television, watching what was being presented while removing her black heels.

"Sister," I moved closer. Debby turned to me with a lovely smile on her face. After successfully removing the second heel, she strolled over to the sofa and sank with a deep sigh. "Went to work?"

She shook her head sideways as I tried to sit on the sofa. "No. The first hearing of our case with Trust started today."

"I wasn't aware."

"Because I never wanted you to be aware."

I folded my hands into tight fists as I looked at anywhere but Debby. "Sister, I'm no longer a kid."

"Yes, you are."

"But I'm still part of the case regardless!" I turned to her with an explosion. I didn't want to yell, but I couldn't help it. I opted to bury my face in my hands as I felt overwhelmed by my feelings.

"Delphine," I felt a gentle hand caressing my back. Debby had taken up my space. "I understand you. I understand the fact that you are part of this case and want to be there at every decision and judgement made by the court. But at the same time, I can't let you. Hear me out," she added after I'd looked at her in disbelief. "You've suffered so much and almost got raped because of my stupid decisions and wrong taste in men. I want to protect you. I want to save you from the trauma of seeing that man in the disguise of judging a case. If at all I want to let you see him, it should be behind bars, where he can no longer lay his hands on you."

I knew where she was going and despised watching her eyes become wet, so I chose to shift the subject. "I thought you were at home when I came back; your car was outside."

"Mhm," she nodded. "Inspector Jerry gave me a ride to the court and also dropped me at home."

"The inspector again? I think he likes you, sister."

"Hmm, what do you know about, like, eh, this small girl?" She nudged me with a cheerful smile.

"I'm in Ss3, sister; I'm old enough."

"You?" She feigned shock. "Weren't it yesterday you were graduating from primary five?"

A heartfelt laughter left me, and I shook my head. "Come on now, sister."

"Well, I am not ready for relationships. After Trust, I don't believe I need a man right now. He's been giving off that signal, but I've opted to just ignore it."

Sighing I turned to Debby fully. "After this thing with Trust, I'd be happy if you put your heart out there again."

Debby looked a bit distant, thinking my words over, before looking at me with a humorous smile. "What are you, a relationship counsellor?"

I smiled brightly with a shrug, "Maybe."

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It was a bright day at Groovy Lit. I attempted to glance away from Krystian's scrutinising gaze. While roaming the area, I couldn't help but observe how hard Ivie worked. I admired both her and Romeo a lot. Working part-time jobs while attending school must be too much.

"Are you done avoiding me?" Krystian stated, forcing me to push my gaze back at him. "Why did you bring a third party?"

Kim, putting on a white overalls and a red bucket hat, shifted on her chair. "Because I think she's needed."

It was no news. Kim spent a lot of time with Romeo, so I wanted her to be a part of our debate. Kim was smiling at Krystian, but I saw it was out of admiration rather than the usual girl crush she had on him when I first arrived at Greenville High School.

"What would you like?" We all turned to find Ivie with a silver tray resting against her chest. I looked at Krystian and Kim, and neither seemed interested in her.

"Tropical juice for the three of us," I responded. She nodded and moved to go get our orders while I turned to the two. "I don't like the way the school is treating her like she's nothing."

"It's not our fault she doesn't want to interact with anyone." Krystian simply nodded. "How's Kim needed again? No offence."

"None taken," Kim brushed it off with a smile. "I don't know how to help, but I can tell you what I know. Romeo's sister isn't in the best of states, and he needs our help, Krystian."

"I doubt that." Krystian reclined on his chair, hands resting beneath his chest. I could tell he wasn't happy because of the soured look on his face. "If he did, he could've asked for it."

"Asked you?" I was surprised at Kim's cold tone.

Krystian gave a small shrug, unaffected by her tone. "Not necessarily me. Anyone could've helped."

"Maybe it's because he doesn't trust anyone to help him without them stabbing him behind his back?"

"What do you know, Kim?" I turned to face her. She was always cheery and lively, and even though she said these words with a smile on her face, I knew she was serious.

Kim risked glancing at Krystian before clearing her throat. "I know you are not that kind of person, Krystian. I know there is a misunderstanding somewhere—"

"Kim!"

"Romeo told me how Krystian backstabbed him in JSS 1," Kim revealed, closing her eyes and then slowly opening her right eye to pick at Krystian seconds later. "He told me how he trusted you and how he told you everything about him, only to backstab him by opening up to the football team back then."

Krystian was quiet, his eyes focused on his phone on the oval table. "Anyway, like I told you, Delphine, I have a way of helping him."

"You're not going to defend yourself?"

"What's there to defend?" He voiced it out, his eyes strained on me. "Whatever happened that day isn't going to change his prejudice against me, so let's think of something else, shall we?"

I decide to dismiss it with a nod. What was the use in prolonging the problem when the individual involved refused to offer his side of the story?

"Okay, what's your plan? How can this Damian guy help us?"

"Damian?" Kim's eyes grew wide. "As in Damian Damian?" I was confused. "But is he in town?"

Krystian let out a nod. "Stella's in town, same with Thompson."

"None of them are Damian. How're you sure he's also in town?" I enquired as Ivie approached with our requested drinks. I merely thanked her before she departed.

"Because their group's pretty tight. I'd earlier sent him a message, but he hasn't replied yet because he hasn't been online."

"So what's the plan?"

"Sponsorship." I blinked.

"Sorry?"

"He doesn't need our help, right? Why don't we ask our parents and sister . . . ?" Krystian pointed at me, ". . . to help fund his sister's treatment while we ask Damian to help disguise it like it's a fundraiser, and Romeo's sister being the lucky patient."

Kim and I exchanged glances, and I realised that she was grinning from ear to ear. "Oh my God, that can work."

I nodded in agreement. "Romeo can't reject that."

"If he does, then he's simply wicked." Krystian halted as his phone lit up, bringing it closer to his face to read it. "It's our lucky day; Damian's in town."

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"Nerit!" As Nerit boarded the school bus, I was almost pushed to the side. I was obsessed with my thoughts at the time and worried that I'd drown in them. Damian had promised to meet with Krystian today, but I was disappointed that I would not be present. Krystian had refused to defend himself against Romeo's claims; how confident was I that he'd speak well of Romeo to Damian?

"See as she dey waka like elephant. Did she push you?" Daniela questioned, moving to stand beside me.

"Gift!" The coach called, and a girl with a large backpack moved into the bus.

"Almost, but she didn't." I readjusted the strap to my gym bag.

"You look lost; are you okay?" Chika made way to stand at my other side.

I groaned and watched as the coach continued to call out the names of the track members to keep track before they boarded the bus.

What should I say to Chika, by the way? That Romeo found my identity, and I was doing everything I could to make him perceive me in a positive light? Or that Danielle was correct about Toyosi being a stripper, but Krystian refused to allow me to confront her for reasons he was aware of? Or that, despite Krystian's willingness to assist me, I couldn't escape the suspicion that he was concealing information from me?

"A bit nervous," I responded instead.

"You, nervous?"

"If our star runner becomes nervous, then what becomes of us?" Daniela pointed at herself and then at Chika before shaking her head. "Abeg, throw your nervousness to one side."

"Ore!"

Ore went forward but stopped a few places ahead of me, just to turn and look at me.

"What does she want?" Chika mumbled at the same time Ore got on the bus.

"I don't know and I don't care." I left the two companions behind and walked so I could hear the coach call out the names.

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The ride to Blossom High School was chaotic. Everyone kept talking and laughing and playing random pointless games. I brought out my phone to check out the time every chance I got before staring out the window. I couldn't call Krystian because I knew fully well that he would be in class by now, so I decided to pocket my phone.

"Is it normal that my hands are shaking this much?" I heard the girl say in front of me. "What if we lose?"

"How can we?" Her seat partner asked, "When we've got Delphine? Doesn't she remind you of Danielle? Both are the aces of the team."

My gaze shifted to Ore, who was staring at the oblivious girls, and I knew she was offended by their words — at least based on her reactions.

"We're here," the coach, who was sitting in the front with the driver, announced. I looked out the window just in time to see the vehicle go past the main gate and into a path that led to a parking lot. Outside the window, I could see Blossom High School students wandering in pairs, groups, or alone. I noticed some odd looks travelling to our school bus as they walked, while others went about their day without thinking about why we were in their school.

The bus finally came to a halt, and we all stepped out one by one. Even though it was still early in the morning, the sun was high in the sky, forcing several of us to fan our faces with our palms.

"See how dem dey look person like television," Daniela and Chika approached me once more. Without saying anything, I moved to the back to collect my workout bag, and they followed me.

"So this school is our biggest competition?"

"Only competition," Chika corrected. "Other schools don't stand a chance."

I kind of like their school structure," I admitted while Daniela rolled her eyes.

"Abeg, there's nothing special about their school." She and Chika began to return to the coach, and I decided to follow behind. When I arrived, I noticed that the coach was busy ensuring that everyone was present and that no one had misplaced their belongings.

"Good morning, sir." The coach turned, and we all glanced over his shoulder to see a tall, dark-skinned boy wearing the opposition school's uniform. He was well-dressed and presentable. He smiled boyishly, revealing a deep dimple, and waved politely to each of us. "I'm Praise, the head boy of Blossom High School. I was asked to lead you all to the place you'll stay for the two and a half days."

"Thank you, Praise." The coach accepted his good gesture before strolling alongside Praise.

"I hate this school, but I have to admit, they've got cute guys," Chika commented as we walked alongside everyone else. "Do you think he's taken?"

"Someone with that face?" I gazed at the guy's back as he led the way. "Hundred per cent."

Daniela giggled at her friend's disappointed expression, which caused me to smile somewhat. Finally, we arrived at what appeared to be a dormitory. I was unsure. But it was located at the far end of the campus. So far, our legs started to ache.

"This is where everyone is to stay; the coach's room is at the far end so he could act as a supervisor." Praise explained fluently and without any nervousness. I observed him staring at me for a second too long before returning his focus to the coach. "The principal asked me to tell you to settle down, and after that, you're free to see him."

"I prefer going right away," our coach moved forward. "Lead the way?"

"Yes—"

"I have a question." I lifted my right hand before they had the chance to turn. "Are we permitted to move around?"

Praise nodded, "But not into classes."

What did I intend to do in their class in the first place? I turned around with my gym bag and went to the dormitory, leaving Praise with our coach. Inside the building, there were two doorways. A nearby door and a door at the far end. I knew the door at the far end belonged to the supervisor, who was our coach, so I opened the door closer to me and stepped inside.

"You've got to be kidding me." Without turning, I recognised it as Ore. She stepped forward, her mouth opened. "Bunk beds?"

"Shey I tell you say these people hate us." Daniela placed her gym bag on the tiled floor.

"But it's not all that bad." Let me rephrase that: it wasn't bad at all, but the look everyone gave me after I'd said that felt like I'd grown a third eye. My school's dormitories were worse. At least this was neat with tiled floors and deck ceilings. An air conditioner at the other end of the wall and bunks made of fine wood and not iron. Why were they complaining?

"Chika, let us go secure a bunk, but I will take down sha before I turn myself to death." Chika laughed but complied. I decided to go with them so I could at least be their bunk neighbour since they were the only ones I talked to.

Everyone had found their bunk bed, and since we were just six chosen by the coach, with three running and three as substitutes, the bunk beds were more than enough.

"I think I'll head out for a bit," I announced to Daniela and Chika. I didn't wait for a response as I headed out.

I wanted some fresh air before practice began. Strolling with AirPods in both ears, I could feel the scrutinising gazes of the majority of Blossom High School students I met along the route. I wouldn't blame them. I was putting on a completely different uniform; of course, I'd attract gazes.

I walked into the school's main building, ignoring the stares. I simply wanted to feed my eyes and keep myself occupied. I proceeded to a double door and pushed it open, astonished to find a pool. At Greenville High, the school pool was outside, but here they'd built a massive indoor pool. I gently approached the pool and squatted at the edge to feel the water with my fingertips.

"Are you feeling comfortable?" I jolted, then looked at the entryway to see the head boy approaching me with a friendly smile.

I stood up and wiped my hands with my skirt. "Not really."

My response made him laugh, forcing me to crease my brows. "I love how honest you are."

I squinted my eyes as I examined him. He low-key reminded me of someone, but I just couldn't place my finger on it.

"I'm Praise," he extended his hand, "But my friends call me Life."

I reached out my hand and accepted his handshake. "I'm Delphine."

"Nice to meet you." He let go of my hand as the door opened and a gorgeous, tall, black girl entered. She was model thin, with pronounced hips that accentuated her lovely features.

"Life, I've been looking everywhere for you. Who's she?" She walked over swaying her hips at every step.

"Delphine, meet Ivana. Ivana, meet Delphine from Greenville High School."

Ivana gazed at me, then rudely trashed my presence as she turned to Life. "Come on, we are going to be late for chemistry."

"One second," he sidestepped Ivana and moved over to me. "Can I have your number?"

"Why?"

"Just so we can be friends?" He let out a dimpled smile. I stared at the floor with my lower lip stuck in between my teeth. I didn't plan to start distributing my numbers at this school, and making friends isn't anywhere close to my priorities right now.

"Maybe some other time," I responded, looking at him and then at the female next to him. With a groan, I sidestepped both and strolled out of the indoor pool, unconcerned that the female beside me was shooting me death glances.

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Hi guys... Double news. MITC just hit 20k reads and was added to the Wattpad mystery reading list🎉

Though I'm not a mystery writer, it felt nice that MITC got recognised by them and also nice y'all still showing MITC so much love despite the slow update✨

So my corper friend started reading MITC and forced me to add his name and his nickname 😂... He doesn't like the name Praise cause it's too girlish and insisted we call him Life😅

What do you think about this chapter and the new character Praise?

Let me know in the comment... Also, don't forget to vote and share✨

Adios!