What is wrong with everybody_Stranger Therapy_Where Do You Go to Get Away?_Wrongful Conviction
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What is wrong with everybody
“While coming to school tomorrow, come with your cutlassess”. Charles Akenkpo the prefect for labour announced. The students were not surprised to hear that line from him every Tuesday; most of them have been hearing the same statement for two years now. It has even become a jingle to some of them in Community Secondary School Nkpor. Since debating society or group as they call them in community died natural death, the only avenue to practice your public speaking has been morning assembly ground. The junior students after orienwww.onedoor.cctations in year one know already that if anyone is interested in ...
Stranger Therapy
Tears stream down my face as I scurry away from the small white apartment, almost tripping over my own feet. At least it was raining out, so it wasn't too obvious. Trying to stifle a loud sob, I run past mini lawns, sidewalks and parked cars. I hear voices calling out my name but I ignore them. I don't want to face the screams and disappointment again.I keep running with my head down so nobody will see my red puffy eyes or the little droplets falling from them.After running a while, I reach a more secluded area of our neighborhood. Here there are no people out walking with their nice large umb...
Where Do You Go to Get Away?
“Welcome to the oasis! I’m sure you’ll love it so much you’ll be here the rest of your life!” The red-haired woman smiled and held out a brochure. “I’m Tara. If you have any questions, I’ll be just down the road. The blue house, you really can’t miss it.”I leaned against the open door to the condo and laughed. “The rest of my life? This is just my family’s timeshare. I’m here for spring break.” She shook the paper. “Just in case you decide to stay!”I looked at her sparkling eyes, something about it was familiar, but I couldn’t place it. Deciding not to be rude and slam the door in her face, I...
Wrongful Conviction
"The line's out the door, boss!" Someone yells from the kitchen. My hands are scrambling to make an espresso faster than they ever have.Trina's mopping up a spill on the floor.Hames is helping Col figure out how to make one of the new drinks.The soft bustle of the morning floats in the air. Multiple yawns are passed around the room. People waiting for work. People waiting for coffee. People waiting for pumpkin spice lattes. Not very patiently, but that's what's special about it.Every year around this time, it can be felt in the air. The stillness of when people know what's coming. The announce...