Whisper episode 2

WHISPERS 🤫
Written by Kemmy B. Gabriel
🖤 Chapter Two 🖤
“Welcome to Willow Spring!” Emy shrieked excitedly, throwing her hands up in the air. I giggled as I looked out of the tinted window. We were finally in Willow Spring to study. We were all excited to take a break and fulfil Victoria’s last wish.
It wasn’t necessary to go to the college, we already went to a much more better universities, but we just had to fulfil her wish. Cameroon Lance’s University wasn’t a known university and certainly didn’t have much worth, but it was for bonding. Judith was the only one who hated the idea of going back to school for real, she’s the dumb one and also hated the fact that we were going to hide our identities.
“Wow, I’m so excited,” Judith said sarcastically, “can I die now?”
“Oh come on Judith, be excited for real, it’s going to be fun!” Emy replied with her usual shriek.
“No seriously, can’t you see my excited and joyful grin,” Judith said mirthlessly.
“Cut it off with the sarcasm Judith, be glad about the new adventure for once.” Sage said chidingly.
“Well sorry if I’m not shrieking over something as meaningless as this,” she scoffed, “we don’t have to come here because Tori said to. Couldn’t she have sent us to somewhere more classy and eminent? Sending us to this poor town isn’t worth it.”
“Judith, look around, this town isn’t as small as you make it to be. It is big enough to contain two universities, eight high schools, five junior high and enough nurseries. It also have enough exciting places and the town is very beautiful, just too beautiful.” I said as I looked at the town. The town was indeed beautiful, a nature town.
“I agree, it’s amazing,” Sage agreed.
“Okay, fine, I admit that the town is beautiful and a place I can take cool pictures in. But, do we have to dress like commoners or rather, act like one? I don’t want to let go of my fabulous dress style,” she whined, “and next, I don’t want to have to study so hærd, I almost died the last time I had to study online, let alone by myself. I’m too young to grow white hair.” She cried.
I turned my head to her with a chuckle. Sage stroke her chin. “So basically, your issue is you studying hærd when you can easily get someone to do it for you and also going back to study yourself is worthless?”
“Judith, you do realise that you literally have the poorest degree in the history of poor, right?” I asked with raised brow.
“The questions was confusing! What do you want from me?!” She shouted, throwing her hands up in the air. “At least I have a good high school certificate, that’s enough, no?”
“You passed after retaking the exams thrice,” Emy said jestingly. We broke into laughter.
“We are talking to Judith Mcdumb Bill, don’t stress the conversation.” Sage said with a wave of her hand.
“I am not dumb! I just don’t like books! I’m allergic to books, why don’t anyone understand!”
“Oh dear,” sage laughed, running her fingers through her thick blonde hair. She tinted the lower part of her hair red and weaved it into cornrows to make it h-rder to recognise her. She wore steel grey eye lens over her golden brown iris.
“Judith have been acting more paranoid than usual, what’s up with you?” Emy asked with a playful look.
“Yeah, I’ve been meaning to ask you that myself, what is wrong with you Judith?” Sage asked drily.
“I’m always paranoid,” Judith said as she rolled her eyes.
“Yeah, but you are overly paranoid, your anxiety has evolved.” I knew where this was going, they were going to tease her. The way they were looking at her said it all.
“And why are you looking at me like that?” Judith asked unnervedly, “you guys are creeping me out, stop it.”
“Judith, are you aware that mood swings are signs of pregnancy?” Emy blunted out with a stifle laugh.
“Yeah…?”
“Judith, are we going to be moms soon?” Sage asked teasingly. Judith choked on her saliva while I broke into a stifled mirth. “Just tell us, we would understand,”
“Who’s the father? The model that looks like a half ox?” Emy added jokingly.
“Or is it the bamboo with the two left legs?”
“Are you both crazy?!” Judith screeched angrily, “I’m not pregnant!”
“Then are you in your period?”
“For five months?” Sage laughed stiflingly, “can’t be period.”
“Maybe she doesn’t know that she is gonna be a momma,” Emy thought distantly.
“I am not pregnant! What am I? V-rgin Mary!”
“Mary Magdalene actually, you sleep around a lot,” Emy sighed lazily. Judith huffed through her nostrils, her face as red as a tomato.
“I haven’t had s€× since I broke up with Nicholas! And that was f-cking five months ago!”
“I say five months,” Sage uttered with a satisfied nod, “tho I can’t figure out why her stomach is still flat.”
“Maybe she is putting on a girdle or her womb is located at her back or her baby knows it mother is too scrawny to manage a big stomach, Judith will snap into two if she should ever carry such load.” Emy added thoughtfully.
“Bloody Pete! I’m not pregnant!” Judith scre-med furiously. That did it, the cabman burst into laughter.
“Or is it that the baby is too small to come out?” Sage cried, “I don’t want my niece to be a rat.”
“Niece? I want a nephew, one as fat as The Tower of Babel.”
“No, niece and I’m going to be the godmother…”
“No way Sage, you can’t be the godmother, I am. You can manage the aunt position while I be the godmother.”
“Shut up Emy, I have always been there for Judith, even through the hærd labour…”
“Candy,” Judith cried out, almost in tears. I sank down with my hand on my stomach, “don’t laugh, make them stop!”
“Okay, cut it out guys, stop stressing the baby…”
“Candy!”
“Okay, okay,” I laughed with hands raised, “stop, don’t do that.”
“Wait, didn’t you have unprotected s€× with Raphael three months ago?” Emy gasped. Judith’s ruddy face turned pale instantly. We broke into laughter again. Judith slapped my shoulder sheepishly.
“We are here miss,” the cabman announced laughingly. We took two cabs, one for our luggages, (by our, I mean Judith’s and Emy’s) instruments and stuffs. And the other for us and few stuffs.
“Wow! Is this where we will be staying?!” Judith exclaimed in shock, “I thought we were going to stay in a barn or under a bridge.” She added derisively.
“Very funny Judith, I was thinking we were going to live in a yard or something.” I eyed Sage and hissed.
“We might be going simple, but that doesn’t mean we have to live completely low. This house belongs to Victoria, part of the things she willed to me.”
“Are you kidding me? This house looks like one of those houses in movies that is always haunted, a place where only one will end up surviving.” Sage said with a disapproving tone.
“And if anyone is to survive, it would be you because you are like the cat with fifty thousand life.” Judith scoffed. The house was a dark painted Queen Anne’s styled Victorian house, a house located deep in a beautiful flowers and willow trees road path. The path only led to the house, we were all alone in here.
“Are you sure that you want to live here miss?” The cabman asked with a little worry, “this house is haunted, no one lives here.”
“Great, now it is an haunted house.”
“I own the house sir, my older sister gave it to me. Thank you for your concern and goodbye.” He understood the harshness in my tone. I opened the door and stepped out, breathing in the fresh air. The others joined me. The cabmen came out and helped us drop our things, we paid and sent them off.
I unlocked the door and opened it. The house looked seriously unkept, like no one had been in there for hundreds of years, but yet the house was still strong. The furniture didn’t look any bit worn out.
“Nothing a little clean up won’t do,” Sage said buoyantly.
“Humph,” Judith grunted, “I’m not cleaning anything, don’t involve me.”
“I’m so renting an apartment,” Emy said to herself. I ignored them, even though the house did feel strange.
After dropping our bags in our rooms, we set off to work. We shared the chores between us and even forced Judith to clean with us. She might have scre-med and nagged, and nagged, and nagged and whined and cried, but she did her part. In the morning, we arranged our clothes and the kitchen and was finally done by dust. We hadn’t realise we didn’t eat, Sage cooked for us. Then it was time to add the finishing touch to our disguise. That was learning how to use different accent and voice.
As you know, Sage was a blonde haired girl with golden brown eyes. You already know what she changed into. Her usual dress style was rebel punk and gothic vintage, but she bought a wh0le new style of clothes. Sporty chic and tomboyish style. I kept telling her it wasn’t much difference to me, but she wouldn’t listen, none of them ever listens!
Judith had always been the prom queen chic and vintage chic kind of girl, so it was hell getting her to switch to Gothic Victoria and punk. Judith had honey blonde hair and cornflower blue eyes, the reason she was called honey. Our hairstylist dyed her hair black and wore her coal black eye lens, said it made her look like someone else and she was right. Then she cut it into a neat asymmetric Bob with blunt tip fringe.
Emerald, the crazy witch dyed her hair emerald to match her eyes but wore almond shaped glasses. She normally had her hair in waves, but straightened it. Then she changed her flamboyant eye blinding colours to something simple and moderate, girl next door to be precise.
As for me, it’s not like I had any particular style, I had always been the type to wear whatever comes into my head, anything at all. I however never dyed my hair or liked any other colour than my natural cinnamon and ginger crinkly hair. So the only thing I had to do was wear glasses over my steel blue eyes with Kelly green shade. I went for the only dress style I hadn’t drifted to, boho-chic. And with a well sewed on ash blond wig, I was ready to go.
It was time to begin a new adventure.
I wish we didn’t.
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“Now, what should I wear?” Emy asked for the umpteenth time that morning. We were getting ready for classes, a week after we arrived at Willow Spring, “should I wear the blue button sheath dress? Or the green dotted dress?”
“For the two hundred and twenty forever time! Wear the sheath dress!” I shouted exasperatedly.
She whined and stomped her feet childishly, “but if I wear the blue, it wouldn’t bring out my eyes, and I don’t like dots…” She gasped and clapped her hands ecstatically, “I know! I’ll find another one…”
“Not again,” I whimpered, slamming my face on her bed. We had to do this, choose what Emerald would wear. She always found it difficult to pick an outfit to anywhere. Victoria and her personal stylist used to help her, but now, we were on our own. We all had to take turns in helping her decide for two hours.
“Now,” I raised my head, she was holding up two dresses again, “should I wear the pink ruffled silk dress or the green ruffled skirt dress?”
“Green,”
“But won’t I look like a glowworm with the green? You know my hair and eyes are green.”
“But you said you wanted something to match your eyes!”
“Why can’t I wear all the colours,” she whined.
“Because in this school, you are Cheryl McCoy, not Emerald McCoy.”
“Hey! Cheryl is my never use middle name!”
I sighed and turned to lay on my back, “that’s the point Emy, use a name that the internet doesn’t recognise or something they won’t remember.”
“Oh, nevermind then.”
“Are you going to wear the green or not?”
“I think I’ll wear the pink,” she struck her chin thoughtfully.
“Don’t you dare change your mind,” I threatened.
“I was going to ask about my b-ra this time, should I wear pink lace b-ra or strapless green? But again, I like blue and yellow so that’s an option or even try another colours like peach, steel blue or fever…”
“Fever? That’s a colour?”
“If you love colours like I do, you’d know that. Then again, what shoes should I wear? I say blue but what blue?” She headed to her shoes rank, “China blue, cyan blue, ocean blue, shark blue…”
“Eh?”
“Shark, like the colour of sharks.” She shrugged nonchalantly.
“Emy, there is no such thing as shark blue, even I know that a…”
“How about baby blue or bubblegum pink? Or maybe green and yet so many greens to pick from. Should I wear moss or hunter or… Oh my God! Why can’t I wear all of them!” She shouted all of a sudden.
“Too much Emy, too much.”
“Hmm, should I carry my lucky white or dove grey bag or… Candy! You are not even helping!” She shrieked in annoyance.
“Please universe, take my life,” I sobbed, “and it’s Lia, as in Idalia.”
“So, should I wear the peach or blue b-ra?” Emy asked like she didn’t just hear me spit out my frustration. She was impossible to get to, impossible to annoy or even understand when to shut up. And to crown it all, I was going to attend to her for ten days.
I sighed and looked at her vanity mirror. I jolted to my knees immediately, my heart sank to my stomach. “What is it?” I looked at the mirror again, I must have been hallucinating.
“I…I… I thought I saw Victoria laughing in the mirror,” I replied with a dry swallow of saliva. Emy hissed and continued talking. Yeah, I was seeing things.
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To be continued.
Is she seeing things? 🤨
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🏵️🍃 Authoress Kemmy B. Gabriel 🍃🏵