Chapter 1
Case 21
“Wow, that was just supplicating,” Sage sighed. “Another year, a whole new drama.”
“Don’t think of it like that,” I told her, not wanting her to spoil my good mood. “Meredith’s gone.”
Sage rolled her eyes. “And there’s many other Queen b’s that have been dying to take her place.”
I groaned. “Hopefully there’ll be too conceited to pay attention to us.”
Yes, we were still in this suffocating school, and Sage and I were lucky to have this inayofuata period together, as we were walking together.
“What class again?” I ask.
Sage looks at her schedule. “Class H4001.”
“There,” I point triumphantly and we run to it.
Sage opens the door and we both enter, the class is full of excited chatter, and I was disappointed to see Cal in the same class too. But I was not prepared for the inayofuata student.
“PAMELA! SAGE!”
“Oh holy flipping fraternity cow,” Sage and I alisema at the same time.
“Yep! It’s me! Missed me!” Talia cackled bouncing on the balls of her feet.
“T-Talia,” I say. “What are wewe doing here?”
“Y-You know,” Sage continued. “In our school.”
Talia grinned. “I enrolled! Yay! Now we can hangout more!”
“Yay,”
I still wonder how she couldn’t hear the devastating sarcasm that dripped from our word.
Talia leaned close to us, glancing at Cal quickly. “I’m also here for another reason.”
“Cal?” I guessed, trying to hide my smirk. “For Cal.”
“SHHH!” Talia clamped a hand on my mouth. “He’ll hear you! Yes, I’ve…I like him.”
“What about Grey?” Sage asked.
Talia laughed, waving her hand foreword. “Old news, old crushes, Cal is way hotter, athletic, and zaidi fit for me!”
“Plus Meredith’s not in your way,” Sage said, grinning.
“Yup!”
“Good luck, Tal.” I say, as Sage nods, Talia grabs us to a meza, jedwali at the far corner of the left, with a view. The window wasn’t big, but there was no blinds, just those things that we could see the people outside, but they couldn’t see us.
The meza, jedwali had one occupant, a very pretty girl with bronze skin. She had amazing black curls that ran past her shoulder, and her eyes looked gold. She was busy typing on her phone to notice us, and for that I was glad, she looked intimidating.
Sage sighed. “So weird, right?”
I nod as we watch Talia going around the room and jumping into people’s conversations, and whenever someone would enter the door she’d bombard them like some guard.
“This is going to be a very interesting year,” I say and Sage nods her agreement.
A few dakika later and the kengele rings and the person I thought was a student sitting at the dawati turned out to be a teacher as she walked up to the classroom.
“Good afternoon,” she alisema boredly. “My name is Ms. Kariki, I’m new here, been here for only two years so please kubeba with me, still trying to get the hang of things. Welcome to Math class, feel free to not boo, and always on the first week we barely do anything.”
Sage and I look at each other, please let it be.
“First let’s get this sucky introductions through, now I personally hate it when students have to stand up and tell things about them, so were going to do the introductions my way.”
“Okay my first name is Erena, so when I say my first name right after wewe all will say yours, then the same for last names. Ready?”
The class nodded.
“Erena.”
The inayofuata sekunde was filled with a jumble of people’s names.
“Kariki.”
Sage and I had to obtain our giggles for that one.
EK smiled. “Good. So sadly, I have to go over the classroom rules, but I’m not going to say them anyway because you’ve already gotten a fistfull and it my rules would go in one ear out the other, so why don’t we do a fun activity.”
The class groaned, except Tali who was beaming and shaking in her seat.
“Your meza, jedwali is your group, find out things about each other, and if wewe don’t want to then do nothing, I ain’t handing out grades today, tomorrow is when the real fun starts.”
The class immediately exploded into conversation and Sage and I looked at our group mates. dhahabu eyes rolled her eyes, and opened her mouth.
“My names Honey, very annoying, but I’ve gotten used to eat, so call me that our any other nice cool nickname, if wewe please.”
“Pamela, call me Pam, ask Tiffany Jenner why not to call me Pamela, she has a bruise to sport my claim.”
“Sage, wewe can call me that au Red, I’m used to both. I’m weird, crazy, and I upendo me some fashion.”
“TALIA! Call me whatever, hang out with me whenever, I’m cool, I’m hot, and I’m crazy. And I’m ready to play the game.”
“Interesting,” Honey murmured, looking at me and Sage, then at Talia. “How bout I call wewe Case 21.”
“Sure!” Talia beamed.
But they haven’t solved that one yet, I wanted to say, but since it was the first siku I refrained and quietly be quiet.
*Thanks for reading, please don't copy, hope wewe enjoyed! maoni ans mashabiki would be lovely!*
Case 21
“Wow, that was just supplicating,” Sage sighed. “Another year, a whole new drama.”
“Don’t think of it like that,” I told her, not wanting her to spoil my good mood. “Meredith’s gone.”
Sage rolled her eyes. “And there’s many other Queen b’s that have been dying to take her place.”
I groaned. “Hopefully there’ll be too conceited to pay attention to us.”
Yes, we were still in this suffocating school, and Sage and I were lucky to have this inayofuata period together, as we were walking together.
“What class again?” I ask.
Sage looks at her schedule. “Class H4001.”
“There,” I point triumphantly and we run to it.
Sage opens the door and we both enter, the class is full of excited chatter, and I was disappointed to see Cal in the same class too. But I was not prepared for the inayofuata student.
“PAMELA! SAGE!”
“Oh holy flipping fraternity cow,” Sage and I alisema at the same time.
“Yep! It’s me! Missed me!” Talia cackled bouncing on the balls of her feet.
“T-Talia,” I say. “What are wewe doing here?”
“Y-You know,” Sage continued. “In our school.”
Talia grinned. “I enrolled! Yay! Now we can hangout more!”
“Yay,”
I still wonder how she couldn’t hear the devastating sarcasm that dripped from our word.
Talia leaned close to us, glancing at Cal quickly. “I’m also here for another reason.”
“Cal?” I guessed, trying to hide my smirk. “For Cal.”
“SHHH!” Talia clamped a hand on my mouth. “He’ll hear you! Yes, I’ve…I like him.”
“What about Grey?” Sage asked.
Talia laughed, waving her hand foreword. “Old news, old crushes, Cal is way hotter, athletic, and zaidi fit for me!”
“Plus Meredith’s not in your way,” Sage said, grinning.
“Yup!”
“Good luck, Tal.” I say, as Sage nods, Talia grabs us to a meza, jedwali at the far corner of the left, with a view. The window wasn’t big, but there was no blinds, just those things that we could see the people outside, but they couldn’t see us.
The meza, jedwali had one occupant, a very pretty girl with bronze skin. She had amazing black curls that ran past her shoulder, and her eyes looked gold. She was busy typing on her phone to notice us, and for that I was glad, she looked intimidating.
Sage sighed. “So weird, right?”
I nod as we watch Talia going around the room and jumping into people’s conversations, and whenever someone would enter the door she’d bombard them like some guard.
“This is going to be a very interesting year,” I say and Sage nods her agreement.
A few dakika later and the kengele rings and the person I thought was a student sitting at the dawati turned out to be a teacher as she walked up to the classroom.
“Good afternoon,” she alisema boredly. “My name is Ms. Kariki, I’m new here, been here for only two years so please kubeba with me, still trying to get the hang of things. Welcome to Math class, feel free to not boo, and always on the first week we barely do anything.”
Sage and I look at each other, please let it be.
“First let’s get this sucky introductions through, now I personally hate it when students have to stand up and tell things about them, so were going to do the introductions my way.”
“Okay my first name is Erena, so when I say my first name right after wewe all will say yours, then the same for last names. Ready?”
The class nodded.
“Erena.”
The inayofuata sekunde was filled with a jumble of people’s names.
“Kariki.”
Sage and I had to obtain our giggles for that one.
EK smiled. “Good. So sadly, I have to go over the classroom rules, but I’m not going to say them anyway because you’ve already gotten a fistfull and it my rules would go in one ear out the other, so why don’t we do a fun activity.”
The class groaned, except Tali who was beaming and shaking in her seat.
“Your meza, jedwali is your group, find out things about each other, and if wewe don’t want to then do nothing, I ain’t handing out grades today, tomorrow is when the real fun starts.”
The class immediately exploded into conversation and Sage and I looked at our group mates. dhahabu eyes rolled her eyes, and opened her mouth.
“My names Honey, very annoying, but I’ve gotten used to eat, so call me that our any other nice cool nickname, if wewe please.”
“Pamela, call me Pam, ask Tiffany Jenner why not to call me Pamela, she has a bruise to sport my claim.”
“Sage, wewe can call me that au Red, I’m used to both. I’m weird, crazy, and I upendo me some fashion.”
“TALIA! Call me whatever, hang out with me whenever, I’m cool, I’m hot, and I’m crazy. And I’m ready to play the game.”
“Interesting,” Honey murmured, looking at me and Sage, then at Talia. “How bout I call wewe Case 21.”
“Sure!” Talia beamed.
But they haven’t solved that one yet, I wanted to say, but since it was the first siku I refrained and quietly be quiet.
*Thanks for reading, please don't copy, hope wewe enjoyed! maoni ans mashabiki would be lovely!*
I write what i feel and try to
make them seem so-real to
you, but all wewe want from me
is honesty.
as i write out the facts
wewe act like wewe don't really
care where my moyo truly is.
Let me tell wewe where it
is, it's in the honesty of my
poetry, deep inside my moyo
it's the only thing that reveals
the emotions deep down inside
my soul.
as i hold onto the emotions
that creates honest poetry
that i write, i see wewe looking
at my private diaries understanding
who i want to be.
wewe look at me and wewe
seem to know what i'm
feeling as i'm revealing
to wewe the emotions that
comes from within my
soul.
as i hold the key to this
honest poetry that i compose
wewe seem to believe every-little
detail that i have to say to you.
make them seem so-real to
you, but all wewe want from me
is honesty.
as i write out the facts
wewe act like wewe don't really
care where my moyo truly is.
Let me tell wewe where it
is, it's in the honesty of my
poetry, deep inside my moyo
it's the only thing that reveals
the emotions deep down inside
my soul.
as i hold onto the emotions
that creates honest poetry
that i write, i see wewe looking
at my private diaries understanding
who i want to be.
wewe look at me and wewe
seem to know what i'm
feeling as i'm revealing
to wewe the emotions that
comes from within my
soul.
as i hold the key to this
honest poetry that i compose
wewe seem to believe every-little
detail that i have to say to you.
