CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
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okunbo’s annoying noises with the gum she was chewing distracted me from the Yoruba essay we were told to write.
“Can you stop chewing like that?” I had to resist the urge to slap her.
She pulled the gum from her mouth and stared at it — as if it suddenly became an interesting object — then continued chewing, this time, even more loudly. “Make me,” she said, then blew the gum.
“Why are you so childish?” I pushed up my chair — causing a screeching sound to echo through the staff room — then got up. “I get you’re frustrated. No one likes you for real, even the friends you have are forced to be with you.”
Tokunbo stood up and walked towards me, her eyes pinning me to the spot. She had the advantage of being taller, and I hated that. I clenched my fists, glaring up at
