John episode 6

John
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Episode 6
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Written by Ekhosuehi Testimony
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“What?!” Hannah shrieked in anger.
“Calm down.” Lucy said, trying to ameliorate her anger. It was obvious that jealousy was taking over.
“I only saw them chatting, and laughing.” Lucy said, nervously.
“But you said immediately she left, his friends came, started hailing him” Hannah said, boiling in anger.
“Yes, that’s true.” Lucy said.
“But, it doesn’t mean anything. I just thought I should let you known since you like him.” Lucy said smiling, in an effort to make Hannah smile too but, her effort was futile.
“She’s gonna regret this. She thinks she can just come and snatch my man from me?” She asked rhetorically.
“But, he’s not your man yet.” Said Lucy.
“Shut that h0le in your face, b—h.” Hannah said, glaring at Lucy.
“She’s sure gonna regret this.”
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School activities ended by 3pm that Monday, students started leaving in groups, saying their goodbyes to friends while some students, especially the male students had a match with another school, Eastwood High. A match Oliver was never gonna miss.

“Bro, you coming? Let’s go play football.” Oliver asked john who held his backpack in a one–hand style.
“I’m sorry, but I gotta go home and be with me Mom. She’s home alone.” John said, turning down Oliver’s request. Oliver understood everything, how his Dad left him when he was young, how his Mom worked to make sure he goes to school.

“I’m sure you’ll be needing enough time to think about Vivian.” Oliver said jokingly as John frowned, giving Oliver a playful punch.
“I guess so.” John said, they both smiled.
“Alright, then. I’ll see you tomorrow.” Oliver said swiftly, as he was about to into the school Field. They both shook hands and said their goodbyes as usual and parted opposite ways.
John strolled through the road leading to his house, kicking anything he sees in sight. The road was filled with people, selling all kinds of stuff, students who were returning home from school. The cacophonic sounds of different vehicles could be heard, marketers advertising their products to prospects. John surged through the street as he came across a white bungalow with trimmed flowers as decoration for its surrounding, his home.
“Home, sweet home.” He said to himself as he walked to the front door, gripped the door knob, turned it leftwards, and pushed it forward revealing the living room. The living room was painted with white, giving a striking similarity with the exterior. It was well furnished with expensive chairs, it has a 64 inch Samsung plasma TV hanging on its wall, with a center table at the center.
John walked straight to the kitchen to please his belly. He knew his Mom was not at home. He walked briskly to the kitchen to get food, he knew he’d have something delicious. His mouth was already filled with saliva, when he got close to the kitchen, he stood at the doorway as someone who saw a ghost and couldn’t move a limb. The cooking pot was as neat as the sky in a sunny morning. He trudged slowly towards the pot, gazing at it as if they were both engaged in “Gazing Competition.” It was as if it was the pot Rihanna got the line of her song from; “shine bright like a diamond.”
“What could have happened today?” He asked himself, thinking critically, then he thought.”It could be in the fridge.” His Mom never forgets to prepare food for him. He walked briskly to where the refrigerator stood. A long white Thermocool fridge, about his height. John open it slowly, in expectance to see food.
“Ah!” He scre-med, overjoyed with what he saw.
“I love you mom.” He muttered.

He finished the food within minutes, it was late in the night, and his mother wasn’t back from work. He became worried, and kept having negative thoughts. “What if something has happened to her? How will I cope?” He asked rhetorically. His mother has never being this late. He dialed her number several times and it was not going through. He stayed awake till 8:30pm, he couldn’t get any sleep. He made up his mind to go look for this Mom that night when he heard a knock on the door. He walked briskly towards it not minding to ask who it was. As he opened the door, he saw his Mom and gave her a tight hug.
“Well, this is new.” Mrs. Monroe said, surprisingly.
“Where did you go?” John said as he let her in.
“Well, I was held in traffic, and my phone was down. I know you tried to call me.” She said, smiling.
“How was school today?” Mrs. Monroe asked as she settled on one of the chairs.
“It was fine, Mom.” John retorted, smiling as the thought of Vivian came into is head.
“What’s the update?” Mrs. Monroe asked, looking at James who kept smiling.
“It’s nothing, Mom.” John lied.
“Anyways, the girl must be pretty.” She said, smiling.
“Whatever, Mom. Goodnight.” He said as he yawned.
“Goodnight, dear.” His mother replied. Stood up and gave him a hug.
John went to his room and crashed on his bed, feeling tired and sleepy.
“What a day.” He said, and drift into sleep.