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[ NOTHING ON YOU BY ED SHERAN]

"Micheal asked you to lunch on Saturday?" Tofunmi asked.

"Yes. He said he needed to tell me something" Nishola replied swinging her legs on the bed dreamily.

"Did you forget? You paid for the excursion" Tofunmi reminded as Nishola groaned.

"I already say yes before I remembered. What am I going to do?" Nishola whined. "You know I can't resist those eyes of his" Nishola added.

"That's not my problem Ni, mom will be mad if she finds out you didn't go" Tofunmi replied.

"Can't you just go instead of me?" Nishola asked.

"Me?" Tofunmi asked.

"Eh ehn, I'm sure the school will allow it" Nishola replied.

"Okay, whatever" Tofunmi replied.

Nishola rolled on the bed shrieking. Her head was filled with different imaginations of what Saturday held for her.

Tofunmi laughed slightly "Ni, you are going to ruffle my bed sheets if you keep rolling like that" Tofunmi said.

Nishola threw herself on her younger sister as she engulfed her in a hug.

"You are the best sis in the world" Nishola exclaimed as Tofunmi laughed.

Suddenly Tofunmi turned to mist and Nishola found blood on her hands.

Nishola didn't make a sound as she opened her eyes. She stared at the familiar white ceiling, blue walls, her shelf of books before her eyes rested on a huge painting on the wall.

Two girls were laughing in the picture. One held the other while dropping a kiss on her cheek while the other wore a wide grin while facing the camera. The picture spoke volumes about the two sisters relationship.

Nishola climbed out for her bed as she grabbed her phone from the bed stand.

"Hello Siri" Nishola called out.

"Hello Ni, how are you today?" A robotic voice replied.

"I'm fine. I need to take a jog. Tell me when its 6:30am" Nishola replied.

"Okay Ni" the robotic voice replied as it went silent.

Nishola stood up and walked towards a huge wardrobe that stood at the side of the room. She opened the below compartment as she brought out a pair of joggers and a black pull over.

She changed into them in minutes as she tied her shoe laces. She grabbed her head phones from the table as walked out of her room.

Nishola walked downstairs as she pushed the main door open. She shivered slightly as the cold morning breeze blew against her cheek.

Nishola walked towards the gateman's house and knocked softly on the door.

The door opened almost immediately as a young man in his early twenties stepped out. He nodded his head slightly to Nishola as he walked towards the pedestrian gate and placed his fingers on it.

The gate opened as Nishola pressed play on her iPhone 11. Nothing on You by Ed Sheran bellowed in her ears as Nishola moved her legs and started jogging.

She didn't stop to catch her breadth throughout the 45-minute jog. She slowed down as she sighted a familiar stall. The stall was closed as usual but there was a bench in front.