LAST YEAR IN HIGH SCHOOL #PROJECT NIGERIA

~ 10~

Maris POV

I thank God I went to school, I also thank God that Channelle didn't succeed in her plan of making me stay at home.

"Good afternoon Sir", I greeted the driver as I got into the car. Channelle isn't here yet I wonder where she is or doesn't she want to go home yet?

" Good afternoon Sir"  She came in, flinging her bag to the back, pulling off her shoes and socks-, resting her back to the car seat,

Did anything happen?

"Channelle" I tapped her trying to start a conversation

"I'm not in the mood for any conversation" She replied harshly

"Okay oh, at least I tried starting up a conversation " I announced, looking out of the window

And we are home!!, I got my way out of the car and made way to the door

" Good afternoon Mom"

"Afternoon dear, where's your sister "

"She's sleeping in the car"

"Why didn't you wake her up?" She asked, looking at me somehow

"Mom, she said she doesn't want a conversation"

"And how is that a conversation!?" She asked again ready to hit me

"Good afternoon Mom" Channelle greeted, going for the stairs immediately

"Oh Thanks for saving me," I said to her sarcastically

"Come here" Mom called her back, "and where do you think you're going to like that?"

"To my room" She answered harshly again

"Is something wrong??"

Ask her oh

"No ma"

"How was your day? " Mom asked

"It was okay, I'll be upstairs, " Channelle said rushing up the stairs

"Won't you eat!!"

"I'm not hungry!!!" And she slammed the door

"You didn't ask if I would eat," I told my Mom

"Did something happen at school?" She asked ignoring what I said

Shrugging "none that I know off, I'll be back for my baby - food "

Knock knock

Who knocks in this house? Oh,
Channelle does.

"Come in "

"Where's my Black hoodie?"

"I didn't take it"

I don't like the way she's looking at me and I took her hoodie- like she has a nice taste for hoodies...so

"I'm not going to repeat myself "

"I didn't take it"

" If I touch you"

"And why would you touch me? if you try it I'll shout and tell Mom"

" Do my laundry" She ordered me

"Why? you have hands, don't you?"

"Yeah, when I'm done beating you with my hands you'll have to do the laundry," She said examining her hands