LOGINFikayo's POV
Today is Saturday and I'll be going to the hostel with my stepsisters. I'm really happy about it. I won't have to face my father or my witchy step mom for a long time. My life will be peaceful.
My Dad already talked to me and my step sisters about behavior, blablabla. But I'm sure everything was just to spite me. He doesn't know that those girls are the real snakes in the green grass.
During the past days, the twins heot going for shopping. They went shopping for good there days all because they are going it boarding school. When it's not fashion show. If I was the one that asked to go shopping, the reply I would have gotten would be bad. My father will say no straight off without even listening to what I have to say. It has happened before and ever since then, I've never asked him for anything.
I've not talked to Sade since Monday. I don't know what happened but I'm sure that Tola and Tolu have something to do with it. I tried calling her several times but her number was not going through. I hope nothing happened to her. I'll try again when I get to the hostel. I'll see her in hostel sha and shell explain what happened to me.
"Fikayo! We're about to leave . You better be fast or we'll go without you." Tola's yell interrupts my thoughts.
It's time for is to go to the hostel. Our driver is the one taking us. My father and his wife have already gone to their place of work.
I walk out of my room with my load which consists of a backpack and two boxes. One big box for my clothes and accessories and one small box for my books. It took me a lot of time to arrange them. Going through my closet was really stressful.
Once I get out of the house, i met my sister's at the back of car with the driver. They're trying to arrange that loads. The twins luggages are really much. Is it not just school that we are going to. A newly married women sef must not carry this amount of load to her husband's house.
"Fikayo, your load is too much o. It's better you reduce it because there's no space here." Tolu says to me as I get to where they are.
" See the person that is talking. You alone carried Three boxes and other small bags and you are telling me that carried just two boxes to drop one. It's like you're mad. You better drop one of your boxes and let's get thos oveer with." I say to be bluntly, dropping my box in from of the driver.
Fortunately, the driver was able to arrange all our boxes without the need to drop some. I enter my usuas seat, the front seat and the twins enter the back seat. Then the driver speeds off.
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I walk down the hall with my bags, searching for room 55. Yeah, that's my room number and I'll have two roommates. I really hope they are nice people.
I should have gotten to my room since o but I had trouble finding the correct block. At first I webt to block A when my own room is the one in block B
After tiring minutes of searching, I finally find the room. I enter only to see Tola, my stepsister seated on one of the beds. Why am I so unfortunate? I never thought of this at all.
"Look who's here. You're in the wrong room. It's better you get out now." Tola says, her hands searching through her bag. She's probably looking for something.
"I'm in the right room. You'll have to live with it." I say to her, walking towards one of the beds .
She stands up, drops the bag that that she was holding and leaves the room angrily. I hope that my second roommate will be a nice person. This place was meant to be a getaway for me but now it seems like things are going the opposite way.
"Hello Fellas." The door opens and a Familiar voice sounds in the room, drawing my attention from what I was doing. I am unpacking my loads and arranging my things
"Olamide! Is this your room. Thank God. " I exclaim with joy when I see her. I'm really glad that she's my second roommate because life with Toun and another mean person would have been hard for me.
"Fikayo! I'm happy to see you here. I'm also sorry for what happened. I promised to call but I didn't. " She says.
"Its Ok. I wasn't angry. "I assure he, going back to what I was doing before she entered.
When I finish arranging, I help Olamide arrange her things since im jobless. We chat about different things while arranging.
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Today was gloomy for me. It has been exactly a week since I talked to Sade. I've been calling her and she has not been picking. School was boring without her. She's my only friend and without her, my days were just bland. Olamide tried talking to me but I just wasn't in the mood. My seat mate, Ayomide was also friendly today but I was always caught up in my thoughts of Sade.
The sound of the door opening brings me out of my thoughts. Tola, Tolu and Toun enter the room. Their presence suffocates me and makes me feel overwhelmed.
"Sister sister. How's your friend?" Tolu says with a devilish smile.
"I heard she's not coming back. She didn't tell you? Awww, poor girl, she was tired of you." She adds and they leave after Tola carried something from her bed.
She must be joking. Sade can't just leave without telling me. Or can she? I trust her. Suddenly, a message enters my phone and I check it. The content of the message breaks me. Once again I lost a friend. Once again I'm alone. Just like how it was when Ayomide said he hated me. History repeated itself with Sade.
Sade: Don't ever call me again. I'm tired of being your friend. I don't want to have anything to do with you. Fikayo, you're the most useless and stupid person I've ever met. I can't even believe that I made you my friend. But its over now. I've moved.
What could I have done for Sade to do this to me? Did I offend her. Why does everyone keep leaving me?
I try to call back but the number is switched off.
I run into the toilet with tears dropping down my face. I look at my self in the mirror and all I can see is tears and pain.
Why does everyone I love leave me? Why? Am not good enough. Is it that I'm ugly? I just need to know.
Suddenly, I start having headache. I start hearing different echoes in my head.
"Useless"
"Killer"
"Ugly"
"Murderer"
"You should have died instead "
"I don't want to be your friend"
"You killed my wife"
"I hate you"
I put my hands on my ears, trying to stop the voices but it doesn't stop, instead it increases. My eyes start getting blurry till everything becomes dark.
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