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I gasped, nearly had a heart attack when Chika adruptly slammed a powerful fist into her punching bag.

Each hard punch caught me unawares everytime and gave me short seconds of extreme anxiety, and in all honesty, I'd be surprised if she hadn't formed a crater in that thing

Chika wasn't even noticing my reactions, she was too focused, too busy, punching away at the poor innocent thing with a force that absolutely stunned me more and more with each hard blow.

It was just me and the busy 'boxer girl' in her bedroom that evening, and having nothing else to do, I'd been watching her - black bra top and joggers on, brown hair, roughly packed up in a messy bun, light skin, glistening with sweat, forming muscles, tensing and relaxing, face that was too pretty for such horrific punches, squeezed in a focused scowl, and knuckles, reddening each time she slammed away at the punching bag, but it didn't seem to faze her. Not at all.

Apparently, Soma had picked me up from dance class this evening to get me here. As usual, that was my heavenly abode and I had to escape for a while to dance class to find my peace for a moment.

I found it hard to sleep well last night. Even after my mental break down, I couldn't stop thinking about Mum. I didn't even have the energy to drag myself into the bathroom for a shower that night, and I ended up dozing off on my littered floor, and it was only when it hit 6 am in the morning that my eyes shut open.

Mum didn't have any problem with me leaving the house. She almost looked like she didn't care.

And as Soma had promised that she would yesterday, she took me over to Chika's place, all in preparation for this party tonight that literally all my classmates had been making so much noise about.

I felt unsettled within, literally cringed and shivered over and over, each time I thought about seeing my classmates again. Infact, every time I thought about the fact that school was in three days, I lost my peace - if I really had any, to be honest.

While home was hell, school was a close competitor. It was a fucking jungle out there.

"Oh, God," I muttered to myself, the sounds of Chika's punches trailed off as I pressed my palms to my face as the sickening reminder of hell hole called 'School' haunted me.

It was like we were all playing a survival of the fittest game - the rush to fit into an acceptable social clique, the horrible pressure of social anxiety, the fear of being an outcast, fear of failing to make it into the social hierarchy rank system. And God, even bigger fear of staying in this hierarchy and maintaining status quo. No one wanted to be 'unworthy'.

Personally, school gave me a strange feeling of unprotection. That's why I couldn't be caught dead without my friends, or atleast Chika, by my side at all times. That was the only way I could feel completely secure. That was the only way I could feel like I didn't have to attack for defense.

I couldn't walk alone. Being alone, without my protection, be it a sharp object or my friends, made me feel way too vulnerable, open for attack. It felt like the judging eyes seemed more alert, scrutinising my every deed and movement of mine.. And then, the snide poisonous lips as well, whispering in tones my sharp sense of hearing could easily pick, constantly talking about how odd I was from my group of friends.

How odd I was... How different I was from them..

I can't count how many times I had overheard comments like;

Why are they even friends with that weird girl?

Why does Chika talk to people like that?

They're too chic a group to have that weirdo coming into the equation and spoiling their glow!

Figures, I don't believe I'm as pretty as any of the girls. Not Soma, not the twins, and most definitely, not a girl as stunningly georgeous as Chika. My dry, cracked skin was a contrast to their flawless, spotless one. My short tattered hair was also a contrast to their well groomed ones, and in conclusion, I looked like a dirty sock next to them. The weird sock.

Sometimes, the comments got too harsh and in a way, it gets me feeling a bit threatened. In times like that, I see myself, setting up for an attack - anything I can do to protect myself against the animals around me.

However, no one particularly said anything to me upfront. I couldn't have been sure why - if it was just because of what I had done to that girl in junior school or  the fact that Chika's impressive popularity had eventually 'shielded' me in a way. So, they all steered clear, just so they wouldn't be... crossing their boundaries?

Figures. The worst fear of every Castron High student yet, was crossing their boundaries.

Basically, it was like everyone knew their place. Everyone knew where they stood in the hierarchy. Everyone was aware of the people who were more socially advantaged than them, as well as the ones who weren't, so they knew who and who they should, and should not cross.

For instance, it was a bad idea to cross a girl like Giwa Falade. One of the very many many many MANY reasons being that she carried an invisible crown on her head and single handedly ruled over the entire class. Let's term her the Queen Bee, yeah, some shit like that.

So, to envision and represent it all in a different scenario; just as one couldn't mess with a Queen, one couldn't also mess with the other various significant members of the royal board as well.
And for this very same reason, atleast 80% of the set wouldn't do anything to be on Chika's bad side, ofcourse this was partly to my advantage, since I was .. well... one of her friends.

Everyone apparently followed a variety invisible rules that were anything but necessary, but everything that is powerful. Especially the 'Invisible Rule' of playing safe. It was a sick rule that maintained the balance of things, guided everyone on how to be around the 'populars' for peace, and it stated; Even if you don't like them, act like you do and don't bring unnecessary drama to yourself. Figures, that was why in reality, no one of our classmates may really truly like each other, but are willing to smile and laugh it off, just because of a twisted order of unseen rules

I didn't understand the gravity of that particular rule until I had to learn the hard way. That drama would certainly be to your disadvantage, and dreaded consequences followed it's rebellion. I hated to recall my junior school days of Castron High, and honestly, if not for a girl like Chika, I may not have survived it in this jungle.

With time, I learnt that, truly, it was safe to stay in your own lane. It was safe to not cross anyone you shouldn't cross. It was safe to not pick fights you won't win. For me? I absolutely kept shut, held my friends ever so close and literally walked on egg shells around the socially privileged kids of Castron High. That way, I had no problems witj anyone.

And I shit you not, going back to school literally had me shaking.

"Yoo, Dabs!"

I blinked once and it was clear to me again. The chilly, large-spaced dungeon. Dull blue and purple LED lights. Sweet scenting air freshener in the air, the excessive posters of famous wrestlers, legendary boxers and strong female activists of history that were spread out, hung on the white coloured walls, as well as the dozens of boxing gloves and punching bags at the corners.

Yes, Chika's room.

"Dabs!" She snapped her fingers in my face to get my attention and like I was zapped, I looked towards her immediately.

She wasn't pounding her punching bag anymore - not like a few minutes ago. Rather, now, she was sitting close to me, on one of the white bean bag chairs, elbows, resting on her thighs, body, pushing forward towards me, and small, brown eyes squinting to view me better.

"You're shaking," she said, her confused frown deepened on realizing. "Why are you shaking?"

"Huh?" I blinked at her.

She burst into laughter immediately, nearly falling off her chair, and tipping it over.

"Babes, I say you dey shake like say you dey use vibrator!" She sounded like she couldn't believe it herself.

However, that was when I noticed it too.

It was first with my vibrating hands, and my eyes moved up, traced it around to the rest of my body. Truly, I was literally shaking, vibrating, as Chika had said.

"Are you cold?" She quickly stood up, turned off the A.C before getting my answer, ".. or is there something wrong, babes?" Even if there was humor in her tone, she still sounded very concerned.

"Is it the party, D. If it is, please tell me, I'll tell Soma to take you home, this thing is looking serious," Chika said, getting back on her bean bag chair, throwing the AC remote somewhere, and focusing on me again.

I could still sense that slight humor in her tone, but alarm and a bit of fear and cautiousness overshadowed it now. Her eyes were widened as she looked at my trembling body, her pink lips were on a pause, and so were her hands, they literally stopped in the air, cautiously regarding me, as though she could magically shift the air and cause my body to be still.

"I want to go to the party." I lied.

I didn't have to, but I did.

For some reason I didn't understand, my friends wanted me at that party.

I didn't know why, but I decided that if they wanted me there, then I had to be there.

I had long made a resolution to do anything they wanted of me to be on the safe side, to not have them having a reason to cut me out of the clique. I loved them, I wanted to keep them. They wanted me at the party, I'd be there. Somehow, I had learnt that it was safer to do as people say. Figures, that was the only way there'd be peace.

"Are you sure you want to come? " Chika didn't seem convinced.

"Yes." I nodded.

I didn't want to, but I would have to.

"If you want out, just say the word," she folded her arms. "I'd tell the girls to let you stay back, they won't bother you afterward."

Tempting.

Almost seems like a trap question.

Would she really not be bothered if I didn't come?

"I'm coming, Chika. I'm going to Yure's party." I didn't change my decision.

Chika sighed, smiled, a smile that almost looked like it came out of relief.

"Dabs, I'm very happy you're coming," she said to me.

I knew she wanted me there too. I just knew it.

"And I hope you know we're only doing this for your own good. The girls and I feel you isolated yourself too much this holiday, we decided this was a good way to uplift your spirit before school starts. I'm happy you can see that too."

Chika smiled at me as she said this and I couldn't help but smile back. Something about her smile was so captivating and downright contagious. It doubled up her beauty, and considering Chika was really pretty, the smile was just a bonus.

I mean, Chika is really pretty. Sometimes, I imagined looking like her - pretty clear skin, brown eyes that were small and pretty, a lighter shade of brown, one that complimented her light skin. She also had these pink lips that looked unreal to be true, and coupled with the fact that she also had an impressively slim thick body type, she definitely was a catch to the boys....

Sadly, Chika wasn't interested in boys.

"We're going to have sooo much fun, Dabs," she looked at me and the certainty in her eyes was clear. Neatly pedicured nails were the first thing I noticed when her hands touched mine, warmth passed into my body.

"I promise you'll be happy by the end of the night," Chika assured me.

I promise you'll be happy by the end of the night..

I almost wanted to ask Chika why my happiness meant so much to her...

But I had no chance to.

"ARE WE ALL HAVING A WONDERFUL NIGHT!?"

I jolted at Soma's loud voice as stormed into the room, from the dressing room, making the most dramatic entrance I had ever witnessed in my life.

"I SAID, ARE WE HAVING A WONDERFUL NIGHT??!!" The slim, tall overactive girl screamed again, into a torch light that she probably imagined to be a microphone.

I didn't know if she imagined herself to be a TV host, but I watched her puff up - in playful pride - the large pink fur that was wrapped around the neck of the bogus grey dress shirt she had on. I also pretended to not be stunned by the huge, unnecessarily extra, pink sunglasses that took a quarter of her face

"SISTERS OOOO, ARE WE HAVING A WONDERFUL NIGHT!?" Soma nearly shattered my eardrums this time around, screaming with all her heart into that torch light, nearly even dropping to the ground in all her exxageration.

Wonderful night? All I've literally been doing is sitting around Chika's bedroom.

"YES WE ARE, SISTER!" Chika screamed right back, giving Soma just about the same active energy, and at the same time, reminding me that I didn't have normal humans as friends.

"So, after dulling our babies up tonight..." She continued, blushing and doing little bows in pride, as she quickly muttered over and over "oh stop, I'm flattered" to an imaginary crowd, complimenting her.

Chika was already applauding for her as she did those cute bows and muttered her appreciation to no one in particular, and I quickly understood what was happening.

Soma was about to show me and Chika what she did with the twins' make up.

"Without much further ado, I present to you all..."

Soma threw her head back, probably getting ready to announce the names of the twins in her loudest voice.

She didn't actually get to, though. They didn't even give her the chance - as expected.

Before Soma could let out another word, the Onuoha twins, Ebere and Ebube, confidently and very very very proudly sashayed in, through the dressing room and to our sights.

I jolted, gasped in a short second of unexpectancy and sudden shock when both girls loudly, sassily popped their gums as they walked in. They were showing off bold smokey effect eye make up, bolder perfect contours, and the boldest red I had ever seen on a female, lighting their lips, and enhancing their already perfect facial features.

My breath actually hitched on taking in how good they looked. I mean, as always. Tonight especially, they looked too good. I instantly knew I was going to look extremely odd around these girls.

I should have just told Chika I'd go home, right? Was it too late?

"Yeah, yeah, skip the introduction part." Ebere was quick to brush Soma off dismissively, clearly showing disinterest in the little show she was about to put up in their name.

Simutaneously, I watched the twins pop their bubble gum again, at the exact same time, before proceeding to sit on Chika's neatly arranged bed, without asking any permission whatsoever.

Funny how I deliberately avoided the bed because it was too neat and I would feel guilty to be the one to disarrange it. Contrary to what I had done, the twins sat on Chika's bed like they had the right to possess it.

Figures, the girls were one too privileged, or two too privileged. Easily had whatever they wanted, no matter how costly - be it material or non-material. Easily had things their way, and typically lived that I-want-it-I got-it-life... or atleast, that's how I saw it.

Together still, they crossed their legs, showing off expensive looking, identical boot heels and whipped out their identical iPhones and began thumbing away.

I genuinely asked myself too many times if these girls rehearsed their movements and actions before the start of a day. I couldn't fathom how twins could not only look so identical - I mean, a 100% identical, same average height, same bronze skin, same shape of eyes, same neat carved eyebrows, same cheeky cheeks, same full lips, even the same big boobs - and then, ontop of that, they also do things identically as well?

"Unbelievable," Ebere said out loud, eyes on something on her phone as she made noises with her gum. "This is so unbelievable."

"Seconded." Ebube followed up, repeating after her sister, eyes also fixed on her phone, disbelief evident in her tone.

"You see it too, ba?" Ebere said to her sister, I knew it had to do with whatever they were seeing on their phones.

"Affirmative." Ebube popped her gum, eyes never leaving her phone.

"See what?" A curious Chika beside me, had to ask.

Both girls simutaneously raised their heads up and looked to Chika, blinked long lashes once, popped their gum at the same time, before one of them answered.

"Miranda Archibong and Affah have broken up. It's everywhere on our classmates' status," Ebere told us.

"They dated?" Chika was honestly confused.

I didn't even know too.

"Yes." Ebere answered.

"Yes, they did." Ebube repeated.

I think we heard Ebere clearly, Ebube.

"Apparently, the fool didn't stop to let everyone know that that pathetically fucked up loser was the air that she breathes for survival." Ebere snorted irritably.

"Eww." Chika genuinely commented.

Ebere laughed a little, spared Chika a glance from her phone.

"Ofcourse, Chika is our feminist Queen. Any talk on that kind of dependency on man is absolutely abominable," she commented, before resuming attention to her phone.

"I would have told you to shut up, but you're actually right," Chika smiled, leaned back on her bean bag chair comfortably.

"Ah ah!" Soma's loud voice forced our attention on her. She was standing, mock scowl on her face, directed to the twin girls.

"You didn't even wait for me to finish your introduction!" Her mouth was squeezed in an unpleased pout, hands and shoulders dropped in dissappointment.

"Our apologies, Somadina," Ebere spoke first in a bored tone. "We don't wait for anyone."

"Seconded." The other twin spoke up. She shook her head to emphasize, eyes never leaving her phone for a second. "Not a breathing soul."

Soma stood there, bummed. Looking at the twins like they took something valuable away from her.

And that's when the twins 'broke character' apparently, raised up their heads from their phones, looked at each other and smiled. Looked to Soma, awwed at the adorable seemingly hurt girl, before they both threw their heads back, laughing at Soma's reaction.

"We love you, Soso!" Both girls chorused, jumping up and running to squeeze Soma in a literal breath taking hug.

"Don't Soso me!" Soma screamed at them, stubbornly refusing to hug them back, still feigning mock hurt and simultaneously choking in their grip and screaming to be let go of immediately.

"Ebere and Ebube Onuoha! C'mon naw, you two should pose for me, lemme feel you guys drip naa!" Chika was screaming at the girls.

I wondered why I was so close to loud people.

"Chika, abeg!" Ebere laughed.

"Come on, naw!" Chika insisted and the twins groaned, before standing up straight to actually strike a pose for Chika to see, revealing better to us, those alarmingly sinful short jeanbums', and the pretty identical pink off shoulder tops they had on, that boldly had written on them "I'm a bitch and I know it!".

"Ahh, Wahala for who no be bitch oo!" Chika commented, observing the girls with mock astonishment.

"Shut the fuck up, Chi!" Ebere laughed with her twin, stuck out the middle finger at Chika, before resuming her position on her bed.

"You guys look so cute though, see sauce naw," Chika complimented the twins still.

"Oh we know." Ebere smiled curtly, eyes on her phone.

"Seconded," Ebube blushed. "As always."

Nice way of saying "Thank you".

"And who braided your ponytails though?" Chika asked them still.

That's when I had noticed their new hair do. Usually, the twins, like me, had virgin 4c natural hair. The only difference was that mine was wonky, and theirs' was pretty, dark, presentably long and pleasant to look at.. and touch too.

I could see that somehow, they had gelled up their natural hair ever so perfectly. I was surprised that natural hair could actually be gelled that neatly. Long braided ponytails were attached to it - Ebere, having the gold extension, and Ebube, having the grey one. It was so pretty on the twins, the braiding was done so professionally, and for a moment, I imagined having such perfect hair on my head.

"Soma braided it." Ebube revealed.

I raised my brows, utterly surprised.

"Wait, for real? Soma, you braid?" Chika took the words right out of my mouth.

"Yup!" Soma chirped like a bird.

Chika scoffed. "Since when?"

"This morning," Soma answered promptly like it was nothing.

Chika jaw nearly dropped to the ground, I closed mine on realising it was open right from the time Ebube revealed that Soma - who had never braided hair in her life -braided both their hairs ever so perfectly.

"Soma, you mean you just started braiding hair.. as in, just this morning?" Chika asked her.

Soma nodded with a grin, affirming it.

"Who taught you?" Chika's brows furrowed curiously with her question.

Soma shrugged. "Nobody."

What?

"Sooooo, Somadina Kasarachi Best was bored this morning," Soma started her story, "Anddddddd, she sat in front of her mirror and decided she needed to get my hair braided."

Ummm...?

"But then, she didn't have strength to go outside," she continued, huffed, then perked up again, "So, she got out a few attachments and ended up braiding her entire hair by herself, and it turned out like this." She chirped, touched her braids to emphasize.

Chika nearly had a heart attack.

It sounded surreal. I noticed that Soma had on that new hair do when she came to pick me up from dance class. Brown braids, long, neat, braided perfectly, and had the grey at the tips curly and pretty... And now, we were made to believe that Soma - who had never braided hair before - just got bored this morning, sat in front of her mirror and did that entire fucking masterpiece on her head, by herself?... Alone?

"Are you really surprised?" Ebere's voice attracted us to her. We looked to the pretty twin on Chika's bed, and she brought her head up subtly, from her phone to look back at us, oval face, completely calm and devoid of shock, unlike me and Chika.

"Is there anything Soma cannot do?" Ebere raised a sleek brow at us.

"Is there?" Ebube asked her sister's question again.

Soma laughed. "Stop capping!"

"It's Somadina we're talking about here, isn't it?" Ebere continued, completely ignoring her. "The one girl who can learn practically any thing or trade that has ever existed in mankind, without any help or tutorial whatsoever," She scoffed, laughed audibly to her self, before looking to Soma."Oh, Aunty Soma, so you haven't even told them about your new fame breakthrough on TikTok?"

TikTok? I am so lost.

"Oh, I knew she started TikTok," Chika said.

"I didn't," I said, pulling attention to myself. I was close to freaking out at all their eyes on me, but I forced myself to stay still.

"She start writing on Wattpad last week?" I told them, "Yesterday.. she was showing me her progress on the app."

"Oh, I dropped the book, I got bored, so I'm not writing it anymore." Soma came in. "Sooo, I started TikTok this afternoon, but it got boring already and I'll probably also be dropping it too soon, 'cause I've found this sudden interest with Calligraphy. Started it last night. I'll show you in school, I was writing it in my drawing book!"

You have got to be kidding me.

"I'm actually thinking starting an online calligraphy tutoring session for kids, it'll be so fun," she chirped and clapped excitedly, saying the next sentence with a non-challant shrug, "TikTok was good while it lasted, aye?"

Somehow, the fact that she picked up braiding without any tutorials didn't shock me anymore. I feel we should be getting used to Soma by now, but somehow, she always found a way to leave us surprises.

"Oya, ChiChi, bili oto, stand up, lemme start your own make up," Soma was suddenly clapping loudly in Chika's face. "Or are you still busy trying to punch holes into that poor innocent bag?"

"Shut up, I'm already done, jhare!" Chika laughed, "Cartoon girl!"

Soma feigned fake shock and hurt.

"You nko," she retorted. "Rhonda Rousey!"

"SpongeBob!" Chika fired back.

Soma stuck her tongue out at Chika. "Brock Lesnar!"

Chika and Soma continued on their petty name calling and I shook my head at the girls, wondering for the hundredth time this night how I became so close to such humans.

"Can you guys stop!" The twins were shutting their ears tightly at the girl's squabble, and Chika and Soma were laughing their heart out.

So much noise..

Yet.. even if I couldn't believe anything was capable of making me do so, I actually laughed too.

Instantly, I was even more grateful for having these girls around me. They really were stress relievers. To a large extent, I felt at ease around them, I felt warmer, calmer, level headed, and felt much less like I was in danger.... even if that feeling was always temporary.

"Doesn't it hurt your hands though, Chi?" Ebube inquired.

"What?" Chika asked.

"Constantly punching those things," Ebube elaborated, "Your knuckles are red." She sounded too worried than she should be.

"Yup, but nothing ice can't fix," Soma butt in.

"Yeah, but don't you think it's better to use gloves or something, Chi? You wouldn't want to bruise your knuckles, that can cause an infection," Ebere looked worried as she said this.

Chika laughed and brushed it off easily.

"Oh please," she replied. "I've been punching these things with my bare fists since I was seven years old, so it's not new to me. The adrenaline I get from boxing is enough to block my pain nerves completely. Believe me when I tell you I literally don't feel a thing."

Wow.

And she wasn't joking. For the few years I've known Chika, she had been at this. I couldn't doubt her when she says she's been doing it since she was seven. In all honesty, I'd never seen a girl in my life that could fight like Chika.

I'd seen countless videos from the underground fight clubs, on the twins' phones. I'd seen them, watched in brutal awe, how this Chika, would take down people who were literally two, three times her size and I'd always wonder how.

I really wondered because Chika didn't look huge or buff, neither did she look like she could pull down a bulldozer. She looked like a regular girl, although, physically graced with attractive hips that gave her that nice 'slim thick' look.

I'd say she was too pretty to be a good fighter. Chika didn't look like someone who would have constant victories in a dangerous underground fight club.. yet that was the case.

And it didn't make sense to me.

It was funny how other people would dream of being doctors or lawyers or engineers or even singers or actors, and Chika's dream wasn't even close.

Apparently, Chika wanted to fight for a living.

And I shit you not, she was damn serious about it. Countless times, she had talked about joining the WWE or becoming a proffessional MMA boxer.

Figures, that was why she was so into anything that had to do with throwing punches, blows, kicks, and basically knocking people out. A look around her room could even let anyone know that fact.

I had no idea why she was into these stuff so badly.

"Start Dabi's make up." Chika announced out of the blue, and I was shocked back to earth.

"Why me?" Left my mouth.

"'Cause I have to bath first oo, Guy, I'm sweating like mad!" Chika answered.

Quickly, Soma's attention was focused on me.

"Where do we start?" She studied my face like it was a biology specimen.

"Start with the eyebrows, they're too bushy." Ebere said.

"Seconded," Ebube took over, she wasn't even looking at me.

Umm..okay.

"I may also need to brush her lips to remove dead skin," Soma said.

Dead skin?

"Moisturizer too, her skin needs a glow up," Ebube pointed out.

"And something needs to be done about the spikes on her hair too," Soma added.

And wow, they conversed as though I wasn't in their midst.

"And girl, before Soma starts work on you, you have to get get rid of that underarm hair too," Ebere spoke into her phone.

Was she talking to me?

"Yes, Dabi. I am talking to you. Shave your armpits." She double tapped the screen of her phone as she spoke.

"Umm.. okay.." Embarrassment washed through me as I agreed.

Right. Ofcourse, it was me. I hadn't shaved the entire holiday. I only wondered how Ebere knew.

As I got to my feet, Chika grabbed my hand, along with my attention too.

"I promise tonight will be worth it," She smiled at me, warmed me with that smile, and I had to smile back at her. I really appreciated Chika's efforts to always make sure I was happy.

When I looked to the rest of the girls and their assuring smiles, I was certain they all were angels sent from heaven for me. I appreciated all the girl's efforts in the various ways they helped me to atleast present myself better, most of the time.

"SISTERS, LET'S GET TO BUSINESS OO!" Soma alerted the girls, clapping her hands around Chika and literally chasing the poor girl into the bathroom, while the twins laughed their asses off.

And to think, these girls accepted me.

All of them... And It meant a whole lot. I didn't understand how they could handle me, constantly being the odd one in the group - the tattered, disorganized one - even after how hard they tried to help my life.  Still, they'd never felt the pressure to get rid of me.

Somehow, they'd become family to me. The Igbo Sisters, our classmates had long termed us. And truthfully, these girls were really my sisters. The family I wish I had.. I wouldn't trade them for anything else, I wouldn't ever leave their side.

I hoped they never got to leave my side too..

Somewhere within me, I feared the worst. I knew I wouldn't be able to survive if that happened.

Writing this chapter warmed my heart because I absolutely love this warmth that being around the girls give Dabi. This is a beautiful friendship guys, and I can't wait for you to explore these 'Igbo Sisters' and aww at how beautiful their bond is. This is just the tip of the iceberg, these girls friendship makes me feel like I'm lonely tbh😥💔

Sooooo, what do we percieve about Chika?🤔

What do we think of the twins??🤔

And Soma? What else could you catch to her?🤔

How do you see Dabi around them?

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You guys are going to love these girls even more guyss!!! I cant wait to release the next chapter to you, but unfortunately, it's on Tuesday 😥Anyways, till then sha❤️