Amaya’s destiny episode 4

AMAYA’S DESTINY
(NIGHT RAIN)
Episode 4
Written by author Nath
“Amaya’s destiny is mine!” a voice came from the wall. Kris scre-med and fell on the floor. The fallen torchlight in,side the dark room shown at the wall like a projector. Kris didn’t see only one shadow again but two as he was scre-ming. The shadows displayed the exact act of the k-ss with him and Rachael the previous day at school. The scenario was clear and scary. Suddenly, the shadow left the wall, walking towards the young boy like a tormentingl ghost. Lightning and thunder that struck as a result of the night rain, terrified him the more. So he closed his eyes not to see his own death.
“Dad!” he scre-med. “Help me! Help…” he began to lose his breath.
Light from electric bulbs came back, his father barged in like a supper hero to see Kris scre-ming at the window. He held him “Kris!”
“Don’t kill me!”
“It’s me, your father!”
Kris reluctantly opened his eyes. Horrible sweat of an untimely death had formed on his forehead, breathing hastily and staring at the wall which had become beautiful like nothing happened.
“Kris, what happened?” Mr. H., the father, as his name was abbreviated, derived from Henry, asked the son.
Kris couldn’t respond. The relentless gaze at the wall got the father worried, so he also looked at the wall to see nothing but pictures. He comprehended distinctively whatever that must had happened to be spiritual.
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As early as 5:55a.m, Rachael hurried down their front staircase with a bag of refuge in her hand. She was anxious to be in school regarding the k-ss from Kris, wanting to have a well define relationsh¡p with him. Therefore the day which was Friday was a joyful anticipating day. “I hope he asks me out.” She concluded thoughtfully.
The public refuse-bin was not far from the residence of Mr Ojile. Rachael hurried along the road, wearing a black leggings, stockings and slippers which she kept flipping on the ground, thus, making an irritating sound. Above, from her shoulders was a short white crop-top through which you can imagine the size of her br-ast and n-pples because she was b-ra-less. She could see young men jugging on the road as a form of exercise, and the morning dew saturating the air. Getting to the bin, she sighted a young boy also dumbing a refuse but due to the morning dew, she didn’t have a clear view of his face until she went to a close proximity. She hissed when he noticed who the boy was–Jimmy.
The boy turned when he heard it coz he had already dumbed his own refuse about to leave. “What was that for?” he approached.
Rachael ignored him, wanting to leave but Jimmy blocked her in a way both glared.
“I said what was that for?!”
“It’s for being the first person I set my eyes on this morning coz you’re such a bad luck!” Rachael replied disdainfully.
“You’re the definition bad luck! you disgust me!” Jimmy retaliated, pushing her very hærd. The force hit Rachael down to the metal refuse-bin. Luckily, her head didn’t experience the pains her wa-ist of battling with. Nonetheless, she hurried up to fight back, but Jimmy carried her up and threw her in,side the bin just the way he dumbs his refuse.
Rachael struggled in,side the bin, while Jimmy began to walk away. “I hate you, Jimmy!” he heard her voice from the bin.
“Who likes you, disgusting thing?!” he replied, briskly leaving the place. Strangely, a paper staggered from the sky to his head. He stopped, brought down the paper which unbelievably has a statement that says, “With a yoke, the yolk is broken. Her name is Amaya.” Jimmy stared at the statement, glanced back then put it in his pocket.
On the other hand, Rachael struggled to climb out of the bin. Already she had been stained with decomposing refuse, and her nose couldn’t bear the stinking smell of it. Finally, she made it out, but to see Jimmy already gone. Sadly, her face changed, wanting to shed tears. “I must take revenge.” She angrily left.
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Ghene High School (GHS), once again filled with students of different grades. All assembled for an assembly, glowing in white shirt, check skirts and trousers as they waited for the assembly to kick off. One could see Antonia and Rachael on the queue of the final grade. Of course, Kris joined the male queue of the same grade, quiet and thoughtful, still terrified by the horrible incident that happened the previous night. He slightly turned to see Rachael gazing at him from another line which she averted her eyes immediately with a smile.
“He has cought you staring, hasn’t he?” Antonia whispered behind her.
“He was the one staring.” Rachael lied.
“I doubt that, babe.”
She smiled, trying to steal another glance at the young boy, but saw Jimmy, aggressively arguing with him. Before she knew it, the two boys had started exchanging blows thereby generating tension and noise among the students. Rachael wanted to go defend her crush. She also saw that as an opportunity to take her revenge, but Antonia held her back saying, “Where do you think you’re going to?”
“I need to help Kris.” She replied.
“That’s not a good idea.”
“You and I know who Jimmy is. And i have not told you what he did to me early this morning.” She finally left.
Meanwhile, the boys were still exchanging blows when Rachael arrived from behind. Unfortunately, Kris dodged a blow which she received on one of her eyes.
“Heeyy!” Students shouted.
Kris used that opportunity to hit Jimmy down, escalating more fight and making the paper fall off from Jimmy’s pocket which a student picked up. However, Rachael was on the ground with a hand on her eyes when Mr Kim arrived in his hugeness.
Meanwhile, Antonia had met her friend on the floor. “Rachael, are you alright?”
“I’m fine.” She stood up with the help of Antonia.
“Both of you, into my office now!” Mr Kim instructed the boys who obeyed. He met Rachael too saying, “Are you okay, miss Ojile?”
Just then, a male student brought the paper to Mr Kim who, bemused, read the statement: WITH A YOKE, THE YOLK IS BROKEN. HER NAME IS AMAYA. It was coincidentally related to his previous encounter with his radio without battery.
“Where is this from?” he asked the student.
“It fell from Jimmy’s pocket” he replied.
“Jimmy?” he repeated thoughtfully then began to walk towards his office…..
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TO BE CONTINUED