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Episode eleven.

  Remember what i said the day Priscillia slapped me? It's better you don't remember i called it the worst day of my life because this day broke the record when she opened the bottle with just one flip of her fingers around the cover and turned it upside down.
  It happened before i could push her away,tear her to shreds or even say Jack Robinson. I shut my eyes hoping i would open them  to find out i had been in a terrible nightmare but when i opened them, the cold liquid flowed down my face and hair soaking my cloth. A droplet dripped into my eyes and it hurt so bad i thought i would go blind. I rubbed with my fingers,rubbed and rubbed but it only hurt more.
   She turned the bottle over till every last drop was wasted on me and my cloth was soaked enough to wipe a car without needing to dip in more water. I gasped for breath and covered my face with my hands.
   To be honest, the liquid was cool against my skin and the heat from the sun but it was coloured and it was in public.
   People were staring but non came closer to stop her from being a jerk. It was Lagos, the city where everyone minded their own business yet claimed to be more religious than other western states in the country. No one cared to be a 'brother's keeper' not even Prince.
  During my torture , i heard him try to stop Peace from hurting me further but a real man would have dragged her away, picked up my face cap ,take the Coca-Cola shower for me even take a bullet for me if she had one to empty into my chest. But he stood there, a weak and empty barrel without even a loud noise.
  I was highly disappointed in him yet not as much as i was in Peace but i was more disappointed in myself for being in such situation in the first place.

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Episode ten.

   My ridiculous look infuriated her more. I could feel her anger boil to a hundred degrees . I wasn't giving her the fun she derived from watching me fight back, defend myself ,try to prove her wrong of the accusation she brought before me while she shushed me by wiping the cap against my face while cursing with profanities.
  She flung my cap away with a force that sent waves of fright through my spine and stood before me like a bull in a rodeo game. I gripped Prince's hand involuntarily for help. This time it was normal not the fantasy i used to make up in my head. He didn't have to be the knight in shiny armour,he was just the nearest male i could look up to for help.  He had been standing the whole time like he was in his Father's sitting room watching his favourite soap opera or an episode of Teenage Multan Ninja Turtle. He sure found everything intriguing until i touched him and even when he spoke it sounded very weak anyone would hear that it was laced with cowardice.  I hid behind him wanting him to fulfil the promises he made during lunch, that he would never be a coward and let something like the last incident happen again. He was right,this was different from the last incident, this was worse.
  " Zara, wh- what's all this? " he said again and she gave him that stern look that haunted me for several days after. I didn't blame him for stepping away but my alter ego did. He was weak,no doubt. He couldn't even fight for himself.  How could he be so scared of her? Who was she anyway? And why did i have to be the weak protagonist in this teens drama we were acting?  I took a deep breath determined to change the writer's script. I lifted up my bottle of coke and held it like a weapon threatening to hit her if she didn't back off but she wasn't frightened.
  She snatched the bottle from me but i held on tightly,struggling with both hands while she handled it with just one.  I didn't struggle for long, she successfully snatched the bottle and stretched to her full length wearing a smirk of victory.

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Episode nine

Awaiting the blow that would knock me out like 9/11 ,i shut my eyes tightly and said a little prayer. Prayed that i come as a boy in my second life so i can hurt her back, maybe date her daughter ,get her pregnant and flee. If i couldn't fight now, it didn't mean i shouldn't be able to do so another time unless i came back to the world as a chicken or not even return at all. 
  Still stuck in my stupid imaginative revenge, the storming Peace yanked off my cap from my head calling me different names.
  "Boo snatcher!"
She yelled wiping me with the cap while i wimped innocently. I didn't even know such phrase existed. Boo snatcher? What else would this people invent... Bae sharer, Boo distributor, Baby Manufacturer?  I stopped fighting back, pressed my lips and watched her acting stupid before me. Why was she cruel for no reason? Why did she hate me that much?
  As expected ,my mind couldn't come up with a tangible reason to explain the obscurity of her actions and it made me sick.  She didn't even give me audience. She didn't allow me explain to her that all i had in the past was mere infatuation and i only just realised Prince was a pile of trash arranged in a beautiful pattern. She didn't allow me explain that i was just about to break up with him even before the relationship started. 
  She held the microphone tight and didn't share...maybe because it had been implanted in her throat and she kept  screaming
"Boo Snatcher"

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Episode nine.

Awaiting the blow that would knock me out like 9/11 ,i shut my eyes tightly and said a little prayer. Prayed that i come as a boy in my second life so i can hurt her back, maybe date her daughter ,get her pregnant and flee. If i couldn't fight now, it didn't mean i shouldn't be able to do so another time unless i came back to the world as a chicken or not even return at all.  Still stuck in my stupid imaginative revenge, the storming Peace yanked off my cap from my head calling me different names. "Boo snatcher!" She yelled wiping me with the cap while i wimped innocently. I didn't even know such phrase existed. Boo snatcher? What else would this people invent... Bae sharer, Boo distributor, Baby Manufacturer?  I stopped fighting back, pressed my lips and watched her acting stupid before me. Why was she cruel for no reason? Why did she hate me that much? As expected ,my mind couldn't come up with a tangible reason to explain the obscurity of her actions and it made me sick.  She didn't even give me audience. She didn't allow me explain to her that all i had in the past was mere infatuation and i only just realised Prince was a pile of trash arranged in a beautiful pattern. She didn't allow me explain that i was just about to break up with him even before the relationship started.  She held the microphone tight and didn't share...maybe because it had been implanted her throat as she kept screaming "Boo Snatcher".

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Episode eight

Prince turned around to behold the beholder and she eyed him from head to toe before returning her evil smirk at me.  I didn't need  a soothsayer to tell me i was in a deep dilemma neither did i need a prophet to foretell the events of the minutes to come.  The kind of soup in was one of its kind made out of sheer cruelty and the hatred  a total stranger developed for another total stranger .  This was madness but did i dare to say so?  Last time i checked my weight i was 47.8kg, i had kept on doing my online video work out so if my guess was accurate, my weight had to have reduced drastically...say 46.5kg. I was nothing close to obvious Peace Zara 80-90 kill-me-now  kilogram. One of her fist against my face and i wouldn't wake up to watch ' Good Morning Africa' the next day...maybe never even wake up until after summer or never even wake up ever again.  Non was a better choice and fleeing was impossible.  My feet was rooted to the ground and for a moment i felt my bladder lose a drop of fluid and i hurriedly pressed my knees together. It wasn't because the coke in my hand was the second that day...it was fear and it made me almost humiliate myself.  She twisted her mouth in that 'you are dead today'  twist and i had a hard time closing mine which had been ajar the whole time. They say one day you'll live this world behind so maybe it was finally my time to die if not in spirit but in dignity,self respect and in everything  i thought i had built for myself.  I heaved a sigh of relief as she stormed towards me with her fist clenched and a snort across her face.

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Episode seven

Define a good best friend.
In the past a good best friend could be defined as someone who you value more than your other friends, someone you have fun with, whom you trust and confide in. The first person you call when you need to share something personal, funny or a good news.  Social media friendship goals definitely confused the real life friendship requirement system. There are posts like "if you hurt my best friend get ready for war" or " lay a finger on my bestie and lose your arm" and many people now believe the best way to prove their love for their bestie is to beat anyone who stands up to them, innocent or not.  I saw her first and squinted to be sure it was really her. Prince didn't have a eye behind his back to see the stern looking agent of devil walking towards us with so much anger oozing out of her nostrils as her eyebrow carved into a perfect arch of anger. Anyone would imagine it was her boyfriend who stood before me still asking if i was okay as i stood like a statue, scared to move an inch not knowing what she would do to me,unable to talk as fear strangled me.  On instagram i have seen funny memes about two friends and i understood the kind of web i was entwined in. Behind every slim girl there was a thick...sorry i mean very thick and huge friend whose always got her back and because mine wasn't close by, i was meat.

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Episode six

I felt stupid.
I had painted a fantasy in my head,thinking life was Cinderella's story and Prince was going to pick me over all the Bellas at the ball. I had seen him with Priscillia the first time. Who was i to think i could win him away from her?
My smile faded and i stood in front of him, a lifeless form wanting to go home to the comfort of my bed where i could yell my pains away into the stuffed pillow and baptise myself in the pool of my own tears. He stopped talking and looked at me with with false concern, as if he cared about my feelings, as if he gave a damn about the cause of my sudden mood swing . " Are you okay? " i wanted to reply him with the many things i had in mind to say but non  seemed relevant. He hadn't completed his scheme. He hadn't asked me out and have me say a big hearty 'yes' then broadcast to his friends that he just caught another cute fish in his net and she was throwing himself at him like ping pong. Cursed be F**k boys.
He hadn't used me,taken everything God gave me to offer my husband then fight with me over the silliest thing. Maybe complain about my clumsiness like that wasn't the thing that brought us together. I repeat cursed be f**k boys  All glory to God for helping me dodge a speed bullet! He had saved me from the temptation and  wished he could deliver me of all evil. Like the one that stood a few feet away , watching her next victim , devising a new method of destruction .