“Girl! Why is your face like that?”
“Hmmm… you’ve been staring blankly into space. I am beginning to wonder if your village people have finally caught you,” she laughed really hard.
As much as I fought the urge to laugh, Joy has a way of getting me everytime if I didn’t, she would have insisted on knowing what was wrong.
“Yeye girl,” I fired back at her.
“Look at the nonsense you wrote. What is the meaning of ‘I don’t have much to GAVE?’ You’ll just be writing nonsense up and down.”
“Can’t you overlook something?”
I rolled my eyes and sighed but my hands mechanically copied her work… okay, maybe a little fraction of my brain was involved in converting the sentences to suit me but the better half of it kept brooding on the letter.
“Are you avoiding me Gracie?”
My eyes scouted the empty hall to see who might be watching. I had received three other notes this week. It was enough for me to be cautious and alarmed.
“Hey,” he snapped his fingers in my face.
“Uhmm…Tobi…I really don’t want any trouble, but could you please stay away from me?”
He was clearly confused, shocked, and hurt too… it was written on his face.
I tried to avoid answering the question by walking away but he held me back.
“Mr Mike is calling me. I have to go.”
“Gracie…” His grip was firm and it was starting to hurt.
“Okay. Fine. Someone is threatening me to stay away from you. He/she drops notes and is clearly watching my every move so please just steer clear. I am not a big fan of girl drama, you should know that by now.”
Before he could gather his thoughts in one piece, I had wriggled off his grip and ran towards the ladies room.
“Wait! I don’t understand!” he yelled.
Do you know how hard it is to avoid someone when he sits right behind you? You can feel his eyes drill through your soul. You feel every slight move, sensation. I think the message sank too cause he stopped pestering me… his body kept its distance, but not his eyes, not his heart.
Home sweet home! No place like home. I just want to curl up in my bed and cry
Who in God’s name was behind all this?
I freshened up, went downstairs to have lunch, tried taking a nap but all to no avail. In my dreams Tobi’s hurtful eyes still trailed.
I couldn’t let the time slide, I had to do something to keep my mind busy. Distracted, actually.
I emptied my bag on the bed, took up my books and got to work. Dad would kill me if my grades suffer again like the last time, I think I’d rather die in this ‘person’s hand’ than disappoint him.
It was really hard though:
What’s left? I hadn’t done Maths assignment. Here we go again.
You know when the Bible said Jesus opened and found what was written concerning him? Exactly… I did too and found a letter from this person. Again!
“I KNOW YOU ARE CURIOUS TO KNOW WHO I AM. MEET ME AT THE BASKET BALL COURT AFTER SCHOOL. COME ALONE.”
“Are you really going to take that risk?” a part of me screamed. I really just wanted to put an end to all these once and for all.
I bent to pick my pen which slipped from my hands in my state of hysteria. Just then I saw another letter. From Tobi:
“I’M REALLY SORRY GRACIE..I DON’T KNOW WHAT IS GOING ON WITH YOU BUT I HATE TO BE RESPONSIBLE FOR IT.”
A part of me was sorry for him, poor guy.
Hold on a sec! My eyes caught something
Tobi and this unknown person had… the same handwriting.
Could it be a mere coincidence or are you thinking what I’m thinking?