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Strange saga – Season 1 [Episode 1 – 4]

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The next morning we took out our laundry to
wash seeing it was Saturday, we were talking
about random things when Rebecca suddenly
asked
“Who wouldn’t you see again?!”
My heart dropped to my stomach as I looked at
her”I do listen to your prayers”she said “..and
last night you were distraught”
I gaped “I’m baring myself out to God and you
listen?”
“Well sorry but it seemed you didn’t tell me all of
it”
“Nothing..I mearnt uh..I won’t go to a party
again”
Rebecca stared at me then resumed her
washing..
She was so nosy, was I supposed to tell her
everything especially something I was
embarrassed about.. something I was still
fighting to erase from my mind..but the face was
still sadly fresh almost like I was seeing him
physically..well maybe because it was just last
night.
I prepared for the meeting with the excos later
that day and took the party to the back of my
mind, with God’s help I succeeded.
After the opening prayers the meeting started,
the Secretary took down the minutes of the
previous meeting before we went on break and I
was asked to give my financial report, publicity
secretary also gave his report and we
deliberated on the matter of fundraising for the
next two hours. Sis Racheal was the Secretary,
there were rumours that she was already going
to Martins house to cook and clean for him,I
tried to figure out if something was going on
between them..not that I was jealous
“Sister Emilia” i looked up at Martin”you seem
far away, I was saying you have to meet with the
Secretary to draw out a fund drive sheet, say by
next fellowship day it should be ready for
distribution, we should take this project as Gods
own project, He’s just using us as vessels he
would bless..” Soon the meeting was adjourned
and closing prayers was said, Racheal and Martin
left talking and I picked up my ringing cell, it was
Erica
“Hey are you going home tomorrow?” She asked,
my Dad made it a tradition since we were close
to school to come home on Sundays
“Uh no..I have so much work to do”I said
“I need you to cover up for me because am not
going”
“Why?Dad knows I’m preparing for exams but
you..”
“Sis pls pls pls..”
“Fine I ll try..” Erica blew a kiss and cut
I dropped my things that Sunday and made my
way to my sisters place in one of the BQs she
resided in, I knocked and knocked before
deciding to call her
“Erica where are you?
” where are you? She asked back
“I’m at your place, door’s locked”
“Uh..can you come back later, I’m not close right
now”
“Your not close.. Are you in GRA?” Twas a wild
guess but I was right..”yea” she said
I went silent.. “chill am with Don” what was she
doing with Donald..by this time..”ok fine” I cut
but she called back and told me to take
whatever I had brought for her to my room where
she would come get it when she got back in
school
“Dad must not know about this” she added
“Of course I guess I’m your ally now”
“I ll make it up to you” she cut.. I went back to
my hostel and sat on my bed wondering why my
sister was like that..she wasn’t in school and I
couldn’t tell my father, I guess she hadn’t been
here all weekend. After I prayed for her again I
decided to sleep, My phone rang..it was Serena
but I didn’t pick up.
“I’ve been tryna call you for days” she said when
we saw at biochemistry practical
“Iv been really busy with fellowship” I said
“Ok well we were going shopping.. thought you
could tag along”
“Thanks…I have clothes” I focused on the test
tube I was tryna empty..
“Sean’s been asking about you” she said
“Really..how’s he?” I said passively
“Fine.. he wants to see you..I gave him your
number”
I looked at her”what…wait why are you throwing
me at your brother ”
“Cos you both like each other” she deadpanned
“No..I don’t.. Hes an unbeliever, am a Christian,
in fact I don’t think this friendship is gonna work
anymore, you always tryna make me do
something contrary to my beliefs”
Shocked she looked taken aback..
“Millie I was just..” I waived her off and went to
the bursen burner, Rebecca had heard
everything, she leaned and whispered “told you
so”
Serena glared at us both before she focused on
her own agents..what did she see in me even,
we were so parallel, was I doing anything to
draw her in?I knew I couldn’t be her friend, she d
pull me to her side..evil communication corrupts
good manners,my father had warned me about
bad friends… I took out my practical manual and
jotted down my findings, fighting within myself
not to think about Sean.
To be continued

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