I am currently listening to Liz going on and on about a book she read on evolution.She keeps scoffing and I think she might not like the theories so far.Somehow,I find my gaze falling on Rie who is furiously writing something.She is biting her lip in concentration and immediately my mind goes to that in the field when we almost kissed.My face flushes with warmth at the thought and I quickly turn back to Liz who continues her rant with no notice.I keep thinking of that moment because that’s where she started to avoid me.However,nothing about that indicated that she didn’t want it as much as she did.She kept laying on me minutes after our fall,with no attempt to get off.She knew and saw what was about to happen and even when I leaned in and gave her a chance to move,she didn’t.If anything,were it not for Tory and Olive,we would have probably kissed and would be at home having been expelled now.I keep racking my mind but I can’t find an explanation for her sudden cold treatment.Once Li
Dear Diary,Rie has been acting weird ever since I apologized to her.It’s not a bad weird but it’s different from how she was.She has been doing things that she didn’t do before and I don’t think she does them for anybody else.She now makes sure to get me during meal times,makes me sit beside her and that I eat my food.She also has been making sure to book me seats beside her during group discussions or any other group events.Weird still,she always comes to my bed every night to wish me a goodnight and if she finds me asleep,she makes sure to wake me up.I am not sure what prompted the change.I think that maybe she is trying to much with this friendship thing.Maybe she wants to show me that she doesn’t take whom I like.Or maybe she has what I call the crush syndrome.It’s where she was acting okay before knowing anything but the moment she realized I fancy her,she feels compelled to act some type of way even though she is not interested.It’s like she wants me to still have a crush on
Tomorrow is when we take our mid-term break.This first half of the semester has been tumultuous not with me trying to balance everything.Studies and Rie on top of it all.This last week has been quite busy with out mid-term examinations.To be honest,I don’t understand why we have to take all these examinations just to show that we have been learning.I feel like our curriculum is not all rounded.We did our last paper before lunch and therefore we can relax and wait for the next day.We are going to focus majorly on cleaning to ensure we leave our classes and dormitories clean.I look forward to a few hours of no classes.I feel a little sad about going home tomorrow.I mean,I really miss my mother but at the same time that means that I will not see my friends for the next one week and you guessed right,my main reason is Rie.I have gotten so used to seeing her every day whether we are talking or not and this will be a very big change.It’s just a week but it feels like forever.The other da
I end up using public transport to get home because me mom was not available to pick me up from school.I think I might have to get used to it because I need to acquire some sort of independence.I can’t always rely on her to drive me to and from places.In any case,it was sort of fun to travel with Keisha and her friend.After last night,I thought that it was a one time thing just because they saw how sad I was.However,I was surprised when Keisha came to my dorm early in the morning urging me to hurry up and get ready because they love leaving early.I am now looking around and making sure that I have everything I need for my mid-term break.I remembered to pack my diary so that’s out of the way.After going back and forth to my suitcase confirming things for the tenth time today,in the process annoying my cube-mates,I finally give it up and head to the reception where I am supposed to meet Keisha.“Are you ready for the best day of your life?” She asks while pulling me into a hug.I think t
It’s been two days since I came home.To be honest,I haven’t really gotten any time to rest except for when I a sleeping,quite literally.My mother seems to have been counting days till we came home.I think she might actually have put off doing somethings around the house just to find something for me to do.On the first day,we spent it travelling upcountry to see my grandmother.I have not seen that woman for a very long time.My granny is the sweetest woman alive what with her coddling.She never seems to be satisfied with how I look and keeps complaining about how slim I always seem.She then goes ahead to berate my mother about how she is not feeding me enough and she needs to get more ‘strong foods’ for me.Suffice to stay,I’m always stuffing myself while at her place.After that visit,I slept in the next day only to wake up to a list of chores.Like every African mother,cleaning is how to keep kids occupied.We actually clean the house from top to bottom whether it was already clean or no
It was the last day of high school. I was huddled at the corner of the now big but empty class. My classmates were going in and out with their luggage headed home. Memories of the last four years enveloped my mind and left me in a stupor. I had spent most of my teenage years here and it all came down to one major examination which would ultimately decide my future. That didn't feel too good but the system was in the works and there's nothing I could do about it.It was an all girls boarding school. As you can imagine, those four years were full of drama and memorable moments. Being bi-sexual didn't bond too well in the conservative African environment that we live in. It was chalked up to sexual immorality and at best, just teenage hormones. I think being in a girls boarding school did nothing to ease that and if anything just amplified the so-called hormones.The school is one of the best in the country with a selection of the best performed girls from all over the country amounting
Like any other high school, once the awkwardness of the new environment and new people is out of the way, people begin forming friendship cliques. I for one, don't know where I belong in this mess because I'm reserved about forming deep friendship bonds. To be honest, I think I'm traumatized by a loss that happened in my life quite recently . Just before I joined high school, one of the closest people in my life, my bestfriend passed away. The loss was devastating and I am not ready to replace her when it has not even been an year.I stick to basic conversations with my desk mate, Tory. She is really kind and funny. She has all these wild stories that make me laugh.We help each other out during classes and she let's me borrow her notes when I day dream about Rie and forget about paying attention in class. Rie seats on the row on my left, a few desks infront of me therefore I can always see her.I love seeing her talk to her deskmate and laugh and I think it's the reason I strategically
After the incident during lunch, I seem to have an even more terrible time concentrating in class. I somehow can't believe she talked to me and also how awkward I was. Tory seems to notice the mood I am in and she promises to let me borrow her notes. I'm lucky to have her as a deskmate because there's no way I'm getting through this school term in this state.I remember my parent:s advise when they dropped me off at school and their expectations and I realize that I have to do better. I tuck our golden conversation at the back of my mind and I'm somehow able to get through the class and even answer a question.I'm so relieved when the bell rings to mark the end of the class."Hey, don't forget to attend the geography group discussion after 4 o'clock tea." Tory is quick to remind me which is good because I'd almost forgotten about it.I rush to the dining hall to take my tea then get back to class, pick my books and proceed to the study hall. Upon getting there, I realize that I'm early