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Be a disgrace, I’ll mess up your face
“I’m loving this town, I mean one dakika in that hellhole and suddenly I’m popular. Can wewe believe it? I’m not even kidding, and this really hot girl was giving me the look, wewe know Zy, ‘the look’.”
I nodded laughing as Azerien shoveled another handful of spaghetti, tambi into his mouth, father wasn’t nyumbani when we came back and we found he hired a maid. A bit weird and totally awkward, but hey, she’s cooking us food, and we won’t object that.
I wasn’t all that surprised that Azerien had gotten so maarufu in so little time. It isn’t anything new, every time we moved and switched schools Azerien always found his way to the juu without even trying.
But maybe that’s because he totally looks like a model, I’m not even kidding. That boy’s got longer eyelashes than I have, and we both were aliyopewa a fair share of the full, pouty, salmon, pink lips. I’m not bragging au anything, but us Connor’s, were pretty decent eye candy.
Were just very…alluring, people’s gazes usually pass over us frequently. We just have this confidence, when we walk, talk, au anything. It’s like people just know were the kind of people wewe don’t cross, we just have that effect.
Moments like these, makes me feel part of the family, in the way we do things, and it makes me upendo my family every sekunde of it. Especially Azerien, even though he can be a jerk.
“What about you, sis? Meant knew friends, au are wewe just a lonely loser like wewe were in those other schools.”
And there’s the jerk I remember!
“Actually, I happen to have made quite some friends.” I say proudly.
“Teacher’s don’t count, there lonely losers too.”
I gritted my teeth as I glared at them, “there students jackass!”
“Prove it,” he said, smirking. One of the reasons I consider strangling my own flesh and blood is that he always loves to irritate me. He once told me he enjoyed seeing my calm cool façade crumble and the monster inside break free, he even alisema I kind of looked like dad.
“I’ll…I’ll onyesha wewe them tomorrow!”
“They didn’t even exchange phone numbers, wewe are so being played.”
“Azerien, there real and there not playing me.”
“Sure,” he said, not convinced as he dug into his food.
“Just don’t mess this up for me, there new, there awesome, and there mine. And if wewe act obnoxious I’ll make sure I’ll get some payback.”
“What are wewe saying?” Azerien asked while flashing a devious/mischievous smile.
“In other words be a disgrace, I’ll mess up your face.”
Azerien laughed, “there’s the Zyanna Connor I know and love.”
Friday arrived faster than I expected, and as always I felt like I’ve been in here for a long time, and that means I’ve settled in.
After that little argument between Azerien and I, I’ve made sure that whenever I see him my Marafiki and I walk past. I know it’s pretty childish of me, but I can’t help it, I’ve never once had the chance to beat my brother in something. He’s always done it better, whether it was running, walking, talking, even smiling. He’d always have higher grades, au zaidi friends. He still does have zaidi Marafiki than me, but this time I’m not a loner like in most school’s, I actually have a group, a close knit group of friends.
The kind you’d see on tv, that stick together and are like a family, and I am proud to have that true friendship. Whereas my brother’s Marafiki are fakes, that like him for his looks and his money (which I don’t want to think about where father got it from).
“Ok fellow peeper’s!” Cory paused dramatically. “Today’s our very first ever get together with Summer!”
Everyone laughed as he did a little squeal.
Gregori rolled his eyes, “great another time spent at someone’s house watching chick flicks, when I can be stealing bathroom tissue.”
“Don’t wewe mean toilet paper?” Xavier asked, his eyebrows raised.
“Gregori, why do wewe have to such a prankster!” America whined.
“I’m not,” Gregori said, crossing his arms.
“Yes wewe are,” America said. “And I keep on having to save your touché when wewe get in trouble.”
“Yeah,” Cali said. “Like the time wewe demolished that car.”
“Or the time wewe convinced your neighbor your parents were cannibals.” Donnie said, chortling.
“Or the time wewe put that alligator in the porty potty.” Corrie alisema with a hint of smile.
“Or the time wewe set all the clocks mbele an saa at school.”
“Or the time wewe set the police on a wild goose, bata bukini chase to find…what was it? The evil green leprechaun that was stalking you.”
“But those were priceless! Endless entertainment!”
“Yeah, it was so worth it for the community service both wewe and I had to do. I didn’t even do anything!” America yelled.
“Sorry bubbe, it’s just the way life works.” Gregori said, patting her shoulder. “I’ll come as long as someone blows up in those movies.”
“Don’t worry, we’ll bring an action movie this time.” Lara said.
Gregori nodded, jumping up and down with excitement. Cali played with her bronze hair nervously, as America started babbling about dyeing her hair again.
The kengele rung, signaling our inayofuata and final class, Lara, America, Cali, and I all set off to our class (which we shared), and took our seats. I was pleased to find out that it was arranged in groups of four, so we all could sit together, it was also due to the fact that our first project was going to be a debate kind of thing.
“Alright class,” Mrs. Darren said, my sekunde inayopendelewa teacher and best friend of Mr. Raquirez (my #1 favorite). “Today were going to start our first debate.”
The class groaned, Mrs. Darren pouted. “You guys are no fun.”
“Ms. D, do we have to?” One student asked.
“Yes, lovely, if wewe want grade. And I’ve told wewe call Judy, Mrs. Darren makes me feel old.” Mrs- I mean Judy said.
Judy Darren would be my inayopendelewa women teacher, she’s from Scotland so she has an awesome Scottish accent (which if wewe didn’t know I upendo accents, and Scottish are my favorite). She also has red hair, which unlike America’s is real, and her smile, like Cali’s, lifts your spirits up. So since she was on my inayopendelewa list, I raised my hand.
“Yes, SJS?” Judy asked, using my initials.
“What’s the debate on?” I asked politely.
Judy grinned. “The debate, yes! Of course! The debate is on right au wrong, were going to set this place up like a courtroom. There’ll be two suspects, and a murder, the class will be in groups.”
“There are four murder cases, eight different suspects, and half the class will be divided into jury, the rest will be representing their people. And guess what lovelies, the first four groups in the front and the back are representing their suspects, the rest jury.”
The first four groups in the front of the classroom and the back groaned, my group among them. But my group didn’t groan, instead we all looked at each other and grinned. We were a pretty smart, skilled, and sneaky group, we totally have this.
“In your group, the ones representing, one of wewe has to be the suspects.” Judy says, while passing us paper’s. “These papers are your cases, the representing group au group R, will have to convince their jury there client is innocent, and the other person guilty. The jury, wewe read the case and think like a detective, give everyone a chance. And then on court day, wewe decide who’s guilty.”
“But is there correct answer?” A girl asked.
“Yes, darling, there is. At the end of every case, I will come up, read the case and then tell wewe the right answer, who and how they committed the crime. Now get to work.”
“I’ll be the criminal!” Lara alisema immediately, earning herself strange looks from us. “What!? I want to be the unstable one, and besides unlike wewe guys I’ll answer perfectly then stutter when I’m questioned.”
“Do wewe think there’ll swali wewe in those rooms, wewe know, to make it have zaidi of that real effect for the court?”
“Probably,” I say.
“Then Lara’s the criminal, let’s get started on identifying the bad guy! Who knows, it could be anyone!”
If only they knew they how close that anyone was.