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Me, I missed all of you oo!!

Funny story, yeah, so I woke up one morning (some days ago) and my phone refused to onn. Sad stuff, yeah, my phone has spoilt oo😂💔

I was actually wondering how on earth I would be able to be updating but don't worry, nothing to fear, I'm kind of using a spare phone right now ( even if I'm not used to very much)

This was supposed to be a double update but I decided to just release this chapter for you guys since..since it's being a while since the last update.

Oya, let's begin......🍜🍜🍜🍜

~GIWA~

I had never thought that one day I'd ever have to be scared of stepping into Castron High because I'm afraid of getting bullied.

I wouldn't have believed it even if I was told before hand.

That Monday morning, I was literally dreading coming to school. I was scared. Completely shaken to the core thinking about what I may have to go through.

Reliving Primary one all over again...

It gives me goosebumps to even think about it.

I thought I would be strong enough to handle this. I even prepped myself the entire ride to school, but now I'm here, standing and staring at the Ss3 building helplessly, I don't understand the sudden fear that overwhelmed.

I was afraid of my classmates now. Ironical how roles have been reversed, huh?

When we drove into the large, highly mounted, brown gates of Castron High this morning, my heart skipped a beat. Then, it painfully dropped into my stomach.

Nini may have suddenly noticed the change in my face, how I moved from the seemingly neutral look I was using as a cover to a horrified look.

I felt her small, shaky hands on me.

Her hands were shaking..

Nini had actually been scared to talk to me these days. Maybe she was afraid of an outburst.

"Giwa, will you be okay?" Nini had asked softly.

No.

"Yes." I said to her.

Even she could tell that was a lie.

But I had to do this, right?

I had to. I had to come to school today. I had to face my classmates. I had to face the school authority. By 12pm today, the school authority was even holding a meeting with teachers, prefects and a few parents, all in my name, and I had to face everyone.. bravely.

I had to do this. I had to be brave.

So, I walked into the class block.

...where I knew ALL my classmates who were ready to tear me limb by limb were present in the hallway.

As expected, the Hallway was full. Very, very full.

I walked into the crowd, battalion of classmates all hanging around the hallway that morning. Most of them in their cliche cliques, gisting, laughing, and all that. Boy and girl together, flirting, PDA-ing, playing, and all sorts of rubbish that I heavily used to ignore at a norm.

This time, it was hard to ignore my classmates and their vanity. Because I was terrified of them noticing my presence.

I tried to hide it though. As I stepped in, I feigned confidence as usual. Nose high up in the air, eyes not looking to my sides, and taking gentle, yet prideful steps that filled with poise and grace.

I tried to still walk like Giwa Falade. Even if I was shaking, terrified, nearly even having hypertension.

I was barely five steps in when the people I passed started noticing me.

One by one, eventually two by two, groups even, started turning their heads to me.

I watched as smiles faded and contorted to disgust. Laughters seized and became butter glares, as all these eyes came my way. I could read out all the emotions in them - anger, resentment, bitterness....vengeance.

I couldn't help but think they actually had something planned for me.

I tried not to falter, tried not to lose control of my steps and get intimidated by all the looks.

The people I was walking by did nothing but stare at me that way. I could easily handle all the stares. But then_

"OMO! GIWA FALADE IS IN SCHOOL!"

I froze for a second on the loud voice of some guy that just shouted, alerting the ENTIRE hallway of my presence.

Everyone else turned to me - all of them, from all the ends of the hallway. The ones that hadn't noticed me before. They all noticed me now.

That was when the torture started.

The hallway got so noisy. So noisy that I thought my eardrums would explode. Laughter, sneers, taunts, mockery, shaming. They fired at me. Throwing the most hurtful words as possible at me. Spitting their acids from their mouths,  some from afar, some directly to my face. From all angles, all around me, front, back, sides, non-stop. It was like an open persecution. Jungle justice.

My breathing automatically seized all through it. My heart folded into a painful knot that tightened with every harsh word they threw at me.

"All hail her highness. Queen Giwa. Where's her dirty crown now?"

"Worthless piece of shit that thinks so highly of herself!"

"She's not even all that!"

"Ugly, skinny rat! It's only to make empty noise she knows!"

"Omo, she get mind show face here! Her life is going to be so miserable!"

I honestly tried not to cry.

I couldn't let them see me cry. I tried my best to block out all the degrading comments and walk with my head up high, feigning non-challance, and visibly rolling all their words off me.

Meanwhile, I honestly wanted to break down. As much as I hated to admit, they were getting to me. So badly. How much more would I be able to take?

"Bitch!" Some random girl who's name I had no clue of spat in my face, nearly hitting me to the ground as she literally, intentionally, brushed me as she walked past.

I tried controlling myself from charging her and ripping her braids off, but I actually snorted and hissed when her friend's high pitched, overly screeching, annoying laughter nearly cut my brain in half.

And God, my shoulders that she had hit hurt like a bitch...

"Who's she doing all these attitude for?" I heard another female accuse me amidst all the words coming at me from all angles.

I ignored the bitch. Completely. I just kept walking, right until a group of Class F girls just blocked my way like army women.

"Move." I said. Calmly, yet my tone was warning.

The girls broke into a mocking painful laughter that actually made me wince.

"Abeg, wetin she dey talk for there!" A husky, male's voice hollered from another angle.

I couldn't pin who the voice belonged to, but it unsettled me. I didn't look to see who it was. I couldn't even fully look at the faces of the girls in front of me, for the fear that their faces may make me go bipolar on everyone.

That wasn't what I wanted right now. That would have been a very bad idea. I was out numbered.

"Your downfall is quite epic if you ask me." One of the girls in front of me said. I could see the smirk on her face through her tone.

"Let's see how you'll be able to survive your last days in CH, bitch!" Another girl said.

I stood there, saying nothing, hoping they would go away any moment. Praying to God not to make them lose my patience and push them out of my God damn way.

When they left, I could finally breathe.

I walked as fast as I could to my class, ignoring everyone else around me and hoping no one would get in my way this time.

On getting to the front of my class, I got the biggest shock yet.

A group of guys, Kaniru, I could recognize and also, JJ, who was friends with some art guys from my class, were throwing all the books from my locker and until the floor.

....right in front of me.

The boys seemed joyful at what they were doing. All of them were laughing as I watched them, empty my locker in front of me. Behind me were deafening laughs from those who were watching. Apparently, it was too funny to them. With the way their laughs were choking them, I could tell.

I watched in awe at the madness in front of me. It seemed surreal. My entire body frozen as my blood ran cold.

"We're coming for you." Kaniru, their supposed leader, said to me.

There was something about the way he said it...

It sounded like a threat..

JJ, one of the other boys amongst them, proceeded to even kick my locker roughly as the boys bounced out.

It was after they left me, my locker and books scattered all over at the door of my class, and a crowd of mocking, laughing classmates behind me, that the reality hit me.

The shame and embarrassment came along with it. Alongside, deep sadness, almost depression.

This was primary one all over again..

This was primary one all over again..

This was primary one all over again..

I looked to the pile of my books that my set boys had just emptied out from my locker, to the ground.

I looked around me to all the faces of my classmates, who stood there, laughing, mocking, threghtning, threw their harsh words at me like I wasn't a human being and feeding off my pain.

I suddenly felt so destroyed. Having no energy in me to talk or fight.

I ran.

I ran as fast as I could. Pushing past the crowds of bodies in my way, ignoring the laughs caused by my freak show.

I ran until I got to the girls toilet.

Hopefully, no one followed me in.

I heard the bell for first period as soon as I locked myself in one of the toilet rooms.

I'd just stay here for a while. A little while. Until I mustered courage again to step outside.

I had the balls to finally step into class on the period before break. Surprisingly, I didn't see my locker desk or my books that were previously scattered all over in front of the class.

I was momentarily confused. However, I took a deep breath and proceeded to step into my class.

We were having our combined chemistry class with Class C members who were already, present seated and filling up the entire class.

I observed the fullness of the class for a second as I walked in, my heart pounding ever so loudly.

Fortunately, no noise was made, as the Chemistry teacher, Mr  Shola, who was known to be a very strict teacher was already there, standing and leaning on the class pulpit, with his lesson book opened in front of him as he taught my classmates.

I wouldn't say I didn't gather attention as I walked in, because I did. I gathered a lot of attention.  Numerous loathe-filled eyes set on me on my arrival and with the small murmurs and whispers that eventually escalated to noise that filled the entire class, Mr. Shola was forced to stop teaching and look to me, standing there at the door of the class.

"Giwa Falade." The dark skinned man addressed me.

My name seemed to cause even more controversy because the class got even noiser.

"Can we be quiet in this class!" Mr. Shola shouted at my classmates.

The noise started to die down slowly as Mr. Shola observed the class with a stern look on his face.

I looked to the crowd in my class, my classmates plus the Class C students present.

Jesus, the class was so full..

My eyes first traced the one person that I had been ashamed to face the most since that day.

Ivandor Fejaun.

He wasn't even looking at me, like the rest of the class. His eyes were fixed on the books on his desk. His face, impassive as ever. He looked somewhat unbothered and non-challant by the chaos my entrance had caused. Painfully neutral, to say.

Did he not care about me anymore?

I couldn't even tell what could have been going on in his mind. He only budged when Nova, by him, craned his head closer to him and said something I obviously wouldn't have heard.
Shade was carefully avoiding my gaze. Almost skillfully. Only Nova kept eye contact with me.

"Giwa, I'll ignore the fact that you're ten minutes late to my class." Mr. Shola said, pulling my attention back to him.

"Take your seat." He gestured on to the rest of the class.

My seat...

I looked to where it should have been, since somehow it wasn't in front of the class anymore.

Surprisingly, it was there. Right where it should be, properly arranged and everything, with a pile of Class C girls all around and on it's seat.

Let's ignore the fact that all of a sudden, these girls had the courage to actually sit on my seat...

..but who helped me keep my desk back and arrange my books?

"Falade." Mr. Shola's voice brought me back to earth.

"She no get seat na." Some girl around my seat area joked and there were little laughs heard all around the class.

I fought the urge to scowl.

"I saved a seat for you, Giwa."

I paused. The familiarity of the voice hitting me.

"Come." Shade called out to me, tapping on an empty seat by her side.

I smiled gratefully and all she retorted was a weak, quick, somewhat forced smile. Almost like she didn't want to smile back, but at the same time, didn't want to come off as rude and give everyone else something to laugh about.

One thing was for sure; Shade may have been helping me right now...but she clearly was not happy with me.

I walked to the seat she had reserved for me and sat.

She didn't even spare me a glance, but I still said to her,"Thank you."

She nodded. Just nodded. No reply.

"Giwa?" I heard Nova call me beside her. When I turned to him, I saw Ivandor who sat right next to him, all focused on anything, but me, as Mr. Shola resumed his lesson properly.

My heart actually skipped several beats.

"Here you go." Nova said, passing me my Chemistry textbook, notebook, and a ball point pen.

Shade aided in reaching it out to me and I mouthed a thank you to Nova, who gave me a heart warming smile in return.

.. at least he doesn't hate me.

In the end, the two people who I had lashed out in undeservingly the other day were the ones being my saving grace today.

Shade didn't even speak to me or make side glances the entire period. I forced my head not to turn towards Ivandor. I failed woefully most times.

Mr. Shola left two minutes before the end of his class. Shade didn't was any time leaving with Nova and I could see that Ivandor was also packing up to leave as well.

The class was rowdy and noisy at the time. Everyone else was focused on their baseless cliques and all of that, and thankfully no one was on my case for the mean time.

Would it be a good idea talking to Ivandor?

... like right now?

Maybe.

However, I didn't have it in me to even stand up from the seat I was on. I pathethically sat there, watching him offload some books into his school bag very quietly and calmly.

"Ewoo. It's almost time for break so. Abeg, Bisola help me pass down that bell!"

Soma's voice snapped me back to earth.

Somadina Best - a Class C student, the Utility prefect and the sets' bell ringer, stood at the other end of the class calling out to Bisola who was a seat in front of us to pass down the bell that was just placed by the window, right next to Ivandor.

I found it hard to understand why she didn't just directly ask Ivandor to help her, having he was the closest to it.

Bisola, however, an art student of my class, acted like no one was talking to her.

"Bisola, naw." Soma whined.

The light skinned girl in front of our seat just eyed Soma down and looked away.

"Walk here and get it yourself!" She spat at the tall girl.

A baseless, mini argument immediately erupted between the two girls and I heard Ivandor let out a sigh.

Next thing, he stood up from his seat and for some reason, I immediately knew he was heading to get the bell for Soma, who was too busy attacking Bisola for being 'too rude'.

Go talk to him, Giwa..

He's going to leave after giving Soma that bell..

I don't even know how it happened thereon. Whether Ivandor was too slow or I was just too fast, but one second, my butt was on my chair, and the next second, I felt breeze and saw myself by the window where that bell was, simultaneously grabbing it the exact same time Ivandor did.

He paused.

His eyes fixed on the bell that had my both hands and one of his' wrapped around it.

I could carefully observe his facial features up close. His eyebrows initially knotted in confusion and his eyes narrowed a bit, on seeing my hands on the bell.

But soon after that, he seemed to have recognized the presence, his face contorted back to that impassive look he had on the entire class...but this time, I could hint the coldness behind that look.

"Hey.." I started, trying to find the right words to begin with.

When I didn't get a reply, I went on still.

"I-I texted you last night....you..you didn't reply." That was the only way I could think of starting.

His eyes traced carefully from the bell and landed on me.

Cold, glassy hazel eyes bore into mine and I fought the urge to look away. To break eye contact with him. With that intimidating glare he was giving me.

I expected him to say something anytime soon. I, however, racked my brain for something else to say.

His next action caught me off guard.

He actually laughed a little. It was more of a cold, kind of laugh. Bitter, almost. It sent me chills.

Then, you know what he did next?

Oh, I'll tell you.

He dismissively looked away from me and left me holding the bell by myself.

Do you even understand how painful it is for Ivandor to 'dismissively look away from a person?'

I wanted to faint. God knows, I didn't even know how to feel. I watched him, bile threatening to rise up my throat, as he walked away.

Small giggles brought me back to my surroundings.

Needless to say, we had spectators.

I should have known that these useless girls around in my class would have been watching us. There, they were, laughing at what just happened to me.

Ivandor may have also noticed the giggles from the girls. I saw him suddenly halt on his tracks, just as he got close to the door of the class.

Sharply, he turned to the girls, shooting them a heavy glare as they laughed.

It almost seemed...

It almost seemed like he was angry with them...for laughing at me?

Was he? Did he really care?

He did..

..but, did that mean there was still hope?

After glaring at them for what seemed like an eternity, making some of the girls to even notice his eyes on them and tone down their laughs, he walked out of the class.

I did not follow him.

Infact, I waited a little in class to when I felt that he would have been completely gone.

That's when I decided to leave the class.

First day of showing up in school since that day and it already feels like hell.

I walked down the crowded hallway, ignoring all the side comments, banters, degrading insults and everything else that was thrown behind my back as well as to my face.

I already felt suffocated. It was already 12pm, and time for the meeting with the school authority. I suddenly felt like I didn't have the strength to go on.

God, give your daughter the strength...

Give me the strength to face this...

I actually closed my eyes to utter that prayer to God as I walked down the hall of persecution.

When I opened my eyes, I nearly bumped into... JJ.

JJ - one of the boys, goons, that had dismantled my desk locker and my books earlier this morning.

He was standing there, by the exit of the hallway, spreading his arms wide and blocking my way completely. A wide, taunting smirk danced on his face.

What he was doing gathered attention from the people behind me and I knew JJ wanted to mess with me. My blood suddenly boiled at the fact.

I didn't feel sadness or intimidation. I was angry. Frustrated. Tired. ANGRY!

Hadn't I had enough already today?!

Why won't everyone just leave me the fuck alone!?

"Oh my God!" I heard a disgusting girl's voice comment behind me as a bunch of girls laughed the same identical laughs.

Class F girls...

Only they, laughed like that.

I'll have you know I have encountered more than 12 sets of Class F girls attack me just today.

Right now, I wasn't even ready for this

"JJ, move." I said, my tone quiet, a contrast to the fuck load of things that were running helter skelter through my mind. Yet, my tone still screamed a warning.

JJ didn't budge. He still stood there, with that grin on his face.

It almost seemed..

It almost seemed like he was setting me up for something..

Someone?

Was he?

"Queen Giwa Falade!" Another male's voice called out from behind me.

I turned around to look at who called me.

There they were. The same group of boys that dismantled my locker. All of them. With their leader, Kaniru...the dark skinned, scar faced rebel of our set, who had threatened to come back for me.

I actually.... gulped?

What was happening? What were they thinking of doing?

Was I safe?

I looked back to JJ who stood at the exit. Then, to Kaniru and the gang of boys around him, who looked mockful, yet dangerously vengeful.

I looked again to the crowd of spectating classmates around. All of them, looking eager and excited..

That moment, I knew it. I knew I wasn't safe.

Chukwuma, God knows I cannot withstand this amount of hate oo😪💔 What do you guys think??

What would you do if you were Giwa or what do you think she should do?

God knows, my own I'd hibernation oo. But you see, guys, no matter how bad things may seem, running away is never an option.

Okay, guys, I should be updating soon enough. I don't want to give a date that I won't keep up to (considering this isn't my phone 😂) but it should be sooner. I still haven't forgotten that I've told myself to complete this book before 24th and I mean it, lol.

See you guys whenever ❤️❤️