TRAUMA (Pains of Love) - Season 2 - Episode 8

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TRAUMA (Pains of Love) - Season 2 - Episode 8

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Eric’s grip on my hand tightened.

“What did you just call me? Or have you forgotten I’m your senior?”

“Uhlala,” I laughed. “Senior my a-s, do I look like Joy or any other girl you play your dirty games with? Let go of me jhoor,” I hissed.

“I’m not letting go of you.”

“Oh Eric, do you realise you’re getting on my nerves?”

“Hello honey,” David called from afar. I turned to the direction of his voice to see him running towards us. “Ah!” I heaved a huge sigh of relief and faced Eric again. “Before I count three, let go of me, one, two, thr…” He knew better to have released my hand before I counted three coz I was ever ready to bite him. By then, David was close to us.

“Good morning senior Eric,” he greeted cheerfully but hugged me briefly instead.

“Stupid thing,” Eric disdained him and walked off.

David gave a chuckle of delight, “Thanks, I take that as a compliment,” he shouted after him and held my hands.

“I wanted coming to call you but…” I started to say.

“Yes!” David interrupted. “I know because you missed me so much throughout the night.”

I laughed and hit his arm playfully. “Naughty boy, we’ll be late,” I said and we started walking.

“I want us to be studying together,” David suggested as we walked along the path holding hands. He too wasn’t with his school bag but a notepad and pen.

“Really!” I exclaimed. “That’s great, so who’s idea is this?”

“So can’t I make good suggestions?” David asked frowning.

“I never said so.”

David examined my face for a moment and smiled. “It’s my sister and dad’s.”

“Dad!”

“Yea, but he’ll discuss it with your mom.”

“Wow! I love that.”

“Same here,” he said and we fell silent while I carressed his palm lovingly. “I missed you.”

I glanced at him and then faced front again. “Let’s hurry up Dave, remember the head boy?”

“You’re right,” he chuckled and we quickened our pace. I had wanted to ask him what his sister had later told him but decided against it and to let the sleeping dog lie…

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PRESTIGIOUS INTERNATIONAL SCHOOL.
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We entered the school compound just in time to hear the ringing of the bell which signified time for assembly.

“Thanks goodness, just in time,” David breath.

“Yes!” I smiled and we ran off to the assembly hall…
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David and I walked into the class still holding hands. Unlike me, I greeted everyone in class while the hailed me.

I walked and sat on my locker while David did same.

“Good morning Queen,” I greeted Queen who just eyed me and hissed loudly, then opened her locker to bring out her literature note coz we had literature that morning.

“I just hope it’s not me you’re hissing at?” I said and also brought out my note.

“Just becareful,” Queen said, twisting her mouth like a c--k that’s about to crow.

“Careful of what?” I wanted to know.

“So, you don’t get pregnant or infected with killer diseases like STD, HIV etc.”

“Wow! I’m glad you know,” I replied sarcastically.

“And what’s that supposed to mean?”

“It means that you look like a white witch especially when jealous of someone.”

“Are you indirectly calling me a witch?” Queen asked. I could feel the anger in her voice.

“No! I’m directly telling you that you are a jealous witch,”[/b] I hissed and stood up with the other students coz the literature teacher had arrived.

After the exchange of pleasantries, we sat down. Students could be seen flipping through their notes coz our literature teacher was madam no nonsense and even though she always looked beautiful and calm in her ankara, she flogged like a man. And that’s the main reason members of my class were flipping through the notes, probably to the previous thing she thought. After writing the date on the white board, she turned to us and walked to the middle of the class, her pencil heels making clack sounds on the cemented floor as she walked. Though I wasn’t in the previous class, I wasn’t scared of her.

“Joy, tell us the meaning of pawly?” she asked with her hands locked behind her back. I knew the meaning of pawly not because I was too brilliant but because it’s what she taught on the first day she entered our class and I had revised.

Joy stood up and stood, unable to say a word. After about some minutes of silence, the teacher called me.

“Becky, help her out.”

I stood up and faced the class. I knew if I answered the question, I would be asked to either knock Joy or flog her and I didn’t want to but decided to answer to avoid being punished.

“Pawly is a literary device which the author ridicules another work of art to create humour. It can also be called burlesque.” I answered.

“Good, do you want to knock or flog her? Choose something you can do very well or be prepared to be punished in place of her,” she said.

I was lost on what to choose. “What do I do now?” I thought wordlessly…

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