𝐁𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐬𝐨𝐦 𝐇𝐢𝐠𝐡 𝐒𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐥 𝐒𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 : 𝐁𝐄𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐘𝐎𝐔

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Someone advised that I shouldn't interpret the pigin English, it only takes out the fun in it. And I'm kind of taking that into consideration.

And because I'm taking that into consideration. I've decided to minimize the pigin in this story, irrespective of Uyai's background.

This chapter is dedicated to Estmay ❤

Above is a picture of Femi, a new character that would be added on the cast list.

Enjoy.

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Have you ever noticed that morning sleep tends to be sweeter? It's hard to fall asleep at night but when the morning comes, none of us are willing to get up from the bed.

Uyai.

Imagine staying out all night and then crashing on your bed around two in the morning. Yeah, getting up when it's the breaking of dawn would be anything but possible.

Uyai.

Laying on my bed, I knew I was late for something but I just couldn't figure it out.

Uyai.

Yesterday was a Saturday, which only meant today must be a Sunday.

Uyai.

And since today was a Sunday, it meant I was supposed to be in church.

Uyai.

A church I hated so much.

"Uyai!"

"Jesus!" I opened my eyes as I felt a hand smack the back of my head. I brought my hand to the back of my head and began to rub it. "Mummy na."

Mother looked at me with so much raged in her eyes, "Mummy kill you there!"

What?

"What's your time?" She demanded. I looked at the little room Idara and I, were meant to be sharing, then back at mother.

"I don't know Mma [Mother]." How was I supposed to know, when I did not have a phone nor a wrist watch nor even a wall clock in the room.

Mother fastened her wrapper on her chubby waist. If eyes could kill, I would have been six feet under.

"Well I'll tell you. The time is half past seven!" She yelled. I remained calm as I looked at mother with knitted brows.

"But mummy, church starts by nine." I grumbled, same time I tried to let my head hit the pillow.

"Will you stand up!" Mother yelled. She forcefully pulled out my wrapper and pushed me out of the bed. My butt connected with the cemented ground, which made a loud 'THUD'.

"Are the plates washed? Are the drums filled? Is the inside of the house and compound swept?!" I looked at mother in bewilderment and then glanced over at Idara, whom was still fast asleep.

Idara was my fifteen years old younger sister. She wasn't just a brat, she was also lazy and slow. She does nothing but flunt around with boys way older than herself.

Idara and I looked nothing alike. Idara was a light skinned girl and she was very tall too. Sometimes, people thought she was the older sibling  cause of her mature body, and the way she carried herself around town.

But with all the horrible things mentioned above, mum and dad still didn't find any fault in her.

"But mummy na, what about Idara?" I demanded. "I can't do all that by myself o."