A/N:
Look who's here with another chapter of your favorite book! Yes, that's right, na me.😌
So I've been having a little of free time in my hands so, why not write?
Comments from the last chapter had me rolling 😂. I'm glad we all enjoyed it😌.
Well, it's a new month and good things are about to happen! Amen?
Oluwa_Daralicious Rihanna_Adedeji __toyosi happy birthday in advance!🤭❤️✨
Who wants to take a guess on who's POV this chapter is written in?
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Well, let's see how right you are😌.
~24 - FEELINGS? NAH!°
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“If only you'd see what I see. The truth is always woven between the lies ...”
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~Farhana
Le sigh.
Honestly all I want to do, is have a decent conversation with her. Ask how she's been, how she's doing, and maybe try to explain some things to her.
I was on my way back into the seniors block from the library, and happened to spot her sitting alone in the garden, staring into space.
I puffed in air, releasing it as a deep sigh, mentally prepping myself for what was to occur in the conversation I was planning to hold with her.
When I got so close to her, I noticed the total contrast between the Tee sitting on this bench right now, and the Tee that came into that classroom the other day.
Her smile was totally wiped off her face, prominent eye bags below her eyes, and dark circles around them. She had her gaze fixated on the blooming blue flowers right in front of her, but still, her eyes mirrored sadness.
It was like a dark cloud was suddenly hovering around her.
Her afro was packed in two buns atop her head, her white long sleeved shirt, rolled up, stopping below her elbows was perfectly tucked into her checked blue plaid skirt that rose to her mid thighs, probably because she was in a sitting position.
She had white knee length socks, having two navy blue stripes at the top, her ankle length boots sitting prettily on her feet.
She had a book on her lap, one of her legs stretched out in front of the other.
Even with all that was going on with her, I could take a picture of her right now and on God it would be magazine cover worthy.
Perfection. That was the only description.
How can someone be so good at what they do, that even in their subconscious state, they manage to pull off such perfection?
God abeg. . .
"Hey," I finally gathered enough courage to speak, plopping down on the bench, right besides her.
YOU ARE READING
~TRAPPED°
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