A Glint Of Hope - Episode 5

 

“Good morning icy” Adams greeted immediately I walked out of my dorm room and I almost screamed at the unexpected suprise.

Why so early?

“What do you want here?, don't you have better things to do than scaring people in front of their rooms?” I said while still recovering from the shock.

“You're really asking me what I want here?, well maybe I should remind you of the moment when you said “bring it on prince” he said almost laughing

“You're here because of the bet?”

“You're a genius,Icy. A real genius” he did while clapping his hand

“You know what? I've got better things to do than stand here with you and talk trash . Keep trying bro, but you'll never get there” I left him there and made my way to class.

“Just ask me one or two questions, just to make me feel like I exist”

“You're still following me” I affirmed

“The last time I checked I didn't say anything about stopping at your doorsteps. But I might stop following you if you ask me one question and you also answer my own question too everyday.” He grinned.

He's a wicked soul, I'm telling you.

“Okay, but what is the essence of the questions?” I asked still not stopping to look back at him.

“Its to enable  to know each other better” he explained

“We're allowed to lie, right?”

“Now that you're saying it, I won't trust what you say 100 percent” he said and I stopped to look back at him.

“Okay, so what's your question?”

“How old are you?” He asked

“Didn't your mother teach you about not asking a girl for her age?” I complained

“I guess that's your own question. Nope

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. My mother didn't wait to teach me girly stuffs. Goodbye Icy. See you around later” he turned and left Me standing at the doorstep of my course ware room.

I felt a pang of guilt in my heart as I watched him walk away. Maybe I shouldn't have brought up the mother issue.

“He asked for it, Aditi. It's not your fault” I assured myself as I walked into the classroom for another 2 hours of emotional torture.

“Good morning class” Professor Nightingale greeted as she made her way into the class and for the 100the tile since I entered that university, I heard student muffled groans behind me.

“Your summer break is near and I can see that everyone is almost anxious to go home” one thing about her that made students hates her is the fact that she is a mood wreaker. She gives assignment like her life depends on it. There was a time when she gave us 5 assignment in a class and told us the deadline was the next day. I cried and I didn't have any other choice then to stay awake all night to be able to meet the deadline.

All through that week, I walked around the campus like a Zombie.

“Today will be our last class and I'll give us a quick test before the end of the class. I also have a special assignment for you all. I want you all to get a camera, either bug or small, I don't care. It can even be the size of the staure of liberty. It's all for the best.

All you have to do, is capture every memory and events of your life during summer and make an album from it with little explanation or write ups. Deadline is a day before school resumes” what followed were mumuring and groaning from student who were not in support of the assignment.

“Complain all you want, nobody cares” She walked over to the board and started writing out the test questions.

One hour later, I was out of class and in the Sit-out area of the school with Teq. She just got out of a test just like me.

“You see, thank God I registered you for the trek already. How would you have done that so called assignment?”

“What?, you registers me for what? I asked as if I didn't hear her speak the other time.

“The trek. I registered two weeks before we even resumed. You're a bonafide member of the trek” I groaned put loudly.

“Why did God decided to punish me with you?”

“Don't say that, you know I'm amazing. Your life without me would have been so boring.

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. I know you love me”

“Keep dreaming on” I hit my head with my right palm as I tried to keep the scream from coming out.

“What happened to icy this time around?” I looked up to see Alex and Adams walking toward us.

“Hi Alex” Teq greeted.

“You know him?” I inquired and she nodded giving me the we’ll talk about it later look.

“Can I borrow icy here for a while?” Adams asked me.

“What do you mean by borrow?, do I look like a book or a pen” I asked angrily.

“Just take her to anywhere you want to. She's your friend” Teq assured me.

“What if he's going to kill me?, I'm going to die Teq. You're literally selling me out to a total stranger” I cried out.

“Stop being so dramatic, Vivian’ You'll be fine” she shouts after me as Adams dragged me away from there.

“Get into the car” he commanded.

“Don't you have a rope?” I said sarcastically

“If I do, you still won't be standing there. Please get inside the car” he pleaded.

“No, I won't and moreover where are you taking me to?” I asked him while still refusing to enter the car.

“To see my mother, so you'll apologize for rebuking her about leaving her son and not training him properly”

“I didn't put it that say. Those are your words not mine” I countered back.

“Just get in first and later you'll explain very well to her. Please icy” he pleaded for the second time and I was left with no choice than to follow him.

We walked into a huge building and while I was trying to comprehend what the place was. I heard him say something that I couldn't make out.

“Sorry, I didn't hear you” he smiled before replying

“Where did you put your tiny little head?”

“My head is neither tiny nor little. So get your head out of your ass, it's not a cap” I said while following him closely behind.

“So you swear at people?”

“Nope, it was just a compliment” I replied with a raise of my eyebrow.

“I would have come with Alex but he's too much of a crybaby. Meet my mother, Icy.” I looked over at where he pointed to and the first thing I saw was the headstone that reads.

Here lies Tiffany Ebison

Mother and wife

Humble and godfearing

A beautiful soul that will be greatly missed by her son and husband.

July, 5 1982- August 7, 2015

I looked up to him not because I was waiting for any reaction from him but because I found out that the date of death was exactly the same as that of Indira’s.

Mere coincidence, right??

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I'm thinking of taking this story down because I don't really feel a connection to it.

Maybe its due to the stress and everything.

Just because today is today, I'll leave this two episodes for you to enjoy.

From the next episode onwards, there will be a twist to the story. that means instead of taking it down, I'll add my own type of spices.

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Xoxo

*I'm thinking of writing a joint story with Ameh Juliet. She's good and I need to learn from her*

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