Doesn’t most stories belong in the drama category? Honestly speaking, when we can’t categorize stories properly, we use drama as a default. I mean, something happened, right? that that thing that happened led to something else, right? So Drama!
Bolaji and I laid back on his car in the school parking lot just talking randomly in order to pass time till our next class. It felt like the good old days, when we were underage and not permitted to drive a car even in our wildest dreams but we would
"I never left you for Bimbo," I said in confusion almost losing my motherly voice of concern "Where we ever friends?"
"Yes, you used to follow me everywhere, we used to do things together" She said looking straight into my eyes and it made me
I kept on staring at the guy sitting in front of me with maximum curiosity. Why had he even kidnapped me in the first place, I mean, I can understand why any guy should be obsessed with me, even I am obsessed with myself. But this was just plain,
"Darling you are awake" I slowly opened my eyes to see the voice that had called me darling and I screamed so loud that I was sure that the president could hear me, but of course he had more important things to do so he could not come to my rescue.
I had to stop myself from laughing the moment Clara poured that wine on me. She did get my hair and beautiful black gown which Daniella had picked out for me wet, but then again, my hair and gown were both black so she did not achieve any major
The fundraising venue was beautiful! It had pink ribbons everywhere and blue drapes and white balloons and the chairs and tables where covered in white pink and blue. It was like they had picked a colour for each decoration.
After I watched him leave I walked to the nutty professor's office and lightly knocked on it "Come in" his voice sounded calm and expectant from the other side I turned on the voice note recorder on my blackberry before I slowly opened the door,
I looked up at the sun as I walked into my faculty and I wondered why it had not blinded me already, because I had a habit of staring at the sun whenever I was confused or thinking. But I was not confused I was just thinking. To say the truth, I really
"So what did you do?" I squealed as she entered the room. Then I jumped up from the bed and tackled her to the ground.
I had been sitting up on the bed and staring at the door all night, waiting for her to come home and the smile she gave me as
When Bimbo and I got back to our room I narrated everything that had happened between Bolaji and me to her and unsurprisingly she laughed and couldn't stop laughing till I punched her on her arm.
Femi rolled off his bed, the voice in his head had gone quiet the second Alero showed up and had stayed that way. He looked behind him to see her sleeping soundly. She had wooped his ass until she passed out, then he took her to sleep.
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