"Ugh. How could I forget the horrible effects of alcohol? I'm meant to be in bed right now nursing a cup of coffee with my blinds closed."
"Abeg shut up and stop complaining. Was I the one who told you to go to the party? That's what you get for not bringing me along."
"You obviously didn't want to come. Don't pretend like you didn't know when your brother left for the party. Plus I'm sure Tola invited you."
"Stepbrother please. And yes your boyfriend invited me, but I didn't feel like coming."
"So stop disturbing me jare."
Yes I am talking to Camille. Obviously, our friendship isn't something she can throw away like that. She probably misses me a lot and is in a good enough mood to come to my aid this Monday morning.
Like I predicted today is already going badly. My bones feel like lead and my eyes seem to be unable to open wide enough. That is probably why I tripped as I was coming up the school steps. Few of the people around laughed at my expense, but sweet Camille was kind enough to help me up.
"So how was the party? Fun? Crazy? Boring? Just gist me na."
"Tola's sister is in university. Her friends came to celebrate with her. So clearly, it was a college party. How do you think it was?" I ask with an eyeroll.
"You have come again now. Just tell me how it was biko (please)."
"She has started speaking Igbo by force." The girl can be really persuasive.
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