Story: The Story of My Life…Episode 18
The Story of My Life…
We arrived at my school not quite long after. I was silent for most part of the journey, a lot of thoughts ran through my mind.
I would steal occasional glances at Matthew, to see the expression on his face. He often looked indifferent
The school was very much rowdy, as students were still outside playing. It was three minutes before the end of the break.
I came out of the car, and walked cautiously to the gate, looking around to see if anyone had eyes on me.
I knocked lightly on the gate, and the harsh voice of the gate man answered me.
“Who is it?”
“Sir It’s me, I’m back”
He stared through the peep-hole, and identified me, as he unlocked the gates and let me in.
As soon as I entered, I spotted Sarah walking down from the other side of the school. She looked very much excited to see me.
I hurried into the gate house, and began to change into my school uniform. I was excited to be back, I hate stories of my own to share with Sarah like she’s always gisted me on her outing with guys.
Ruth rushed into the gate house, and hugged me tightly.
“At last you’ve become a big girl, it’s about time you grew up” Sarah said, giving me a familiar look. It was a look of scrutiny (Intense study of someone).
“Abi?” I replied.
“So what did he give you? I know Matthew is loaded” Sarah queried, sounding very serious
“Tada!” Waving my hands for her to see the wristwatch.
“Just that?” She asked, a little disappointed.
I put my hand in the polythene bag I brought with me, and brought out the mobile phone.
Sarah grabbed it from me excitedly, and did the usual “girl shout”. The phone was Techno Phantom.
I was so proud of myself, this was almost an achievement for me. But i was sure my parents would never let me keep the phone. So I had a plan.
“So did you follow him home?” Sarah asked, anticipating a quick reply.
“And?” She inquired further.
“Nothing” I replied, not knowing exactly what she wanted to hear.
“So you mean you didn’t get down with him?”
“Not really, I was scared, you know I’m a virgin” I replied, in a low tone.
“So you want to carry your virginity to the grave? If a guy gives you this much, the only you can repay him is by opening up for him. Stop being selfish, else you’ll lose a guy that loves you so much”
Sarah’s words affected me far more than she realized, like the saying goes “A Friend either MAKES or MAR you” The latter was the case with her. Matthew has shown me so much love, he has spent a lot. I should have given him something in return, i wondered silently to myself.
The thought of losing Matthew was unbearable. He was the only one who had shown me so much love.
He gives my life a meaning, more so he provided an escape from my parents. He deserved something, I concluded.
“When next we go out, I’ll just do it with him” i said rather boldly
“That’s much better, it’s not a big deal, we all do it. Just grow up Ruth.
I nodded in agreement sheepishly, and started arranging my personal stuffs.
The break was already over, and the school compound was getting quieter as students made their way into their classrooms.
A thought suddenly hit me, as Sarah asked
“Where is Hannah”?
“she went with Matthew’s cousin, she will soon be back I’m sure”
Deep within me, i was really scared. Joseph did not look or sound like a decent person. He looked more like a thug.
I also knew Hannah would follow him home, to sleep with him. But shouldn’t she have returned already?
We have waited for more than 20 minutes after the break. And our worry had become pronounce.
I kept pacing up and down the gate house, worried that something bad might have happened to Hannah.
Her number wasn’t connecting either. Even the gate man joined my panic.
After 20 more minutes of waiting. We heard a weak knock on the gate. I prayed silently for it to be Hannah. I couldn’t bear the panic any longer.
The gate man opened up quickly. The sight before us heightened our anxiety and panic.
Hannah was seated on the ground, looking weak and spent. Her face looked nothing like the person who left the school with me today.
Her make up was ruined, something must have dried up on her face. Her cloths were wet and dirty.
She wore the look of someone who had been through a lot.
We rushed forward to help her up to her feet, and carried her into the gate house.
“What happened to you?” Sarah asked with a shaky voice. I was too dumbfounded to speak.
Hannah began her story from where we got separated…..
To Be Continued……