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My Sister and I;The hatred in between.
Chapter 2
Mimisola.
First days of virtually everything in life are usually good, though inspite of the goodness, there are some forms of jitters involved in it. Today happened to be the first day of University for both me and my sister. Earlier this morning, my parents called us both, and gave us a long lecture of how to behave in school. Halfway through their sermon, my father faced me.
"Mimi, I have no idea on why you chose Dramatic Arts, and I don't want to know. You know quite well, that I can have you transferred from that course into, but I want to believe that I can trust you to work hard so you can take the transfer forms. "
What he said actually scared me, how could I have forgotten about that fact? My father is quite influencial and he could have me changed back to Law with a snap of his fingers. This is really a stupid move on my part, I should have picked a school very far from home, no, not far, but a school where he didn't have any influence. Well, what's done has been done, I just have to hope and pray he doesn't use his winning card. Throughout the talk, my sister was busy smiling and that sort of pissed me out, what's she smiling for? And then to make matters worst, my parents started with their "I am proud of you" bullshit. I knew I scoffed throughout. Talk about their awful and obvious favouritism.
Finally, when they decided to let us go, no one could have been happier than me at that particular moment. With joy and anticipation of my newest adventure, I rushed to grab my bag and then hurried through breakfast before rushing out to the car. We both weren't allowed to stay on campus, so our parents arranged a driver to drive us to and fro. Their arrangement would lead to a fight, it always does. Anyway, I don't let that get to me, today will be good, hopefully.
Have I mentioned how much of an annoying pest my sister is? I'm not quite sure. She is the best, at making people so angry and fed up within a short period of time. In the car, on our way, she kept bringing out her, in my parent's words" wonderful result".
" Hey, Mimi, could you help me hold my files, I need to arrange my bag? ", she asked. I scoffed before taking her " files". In the silence that followed after, I watched her bring out different books and they even included textbooks I am very sure she won't use till she gets to her third level of school.
"Mo do you really need all these books?", I asked in astonishment and partly homour.
" Yes I do, all these texts are necessary for my first year. I need them to pass brilliantly, I am aiming for a first class."
" I'm not against you passing, but why bring all of these on your first day, I mean you can't possibly read. all of it today," I asked.
" Mimi, please don't underestimate me, I am not as lazy as you", she said and rolled her eyes. I scoffed and handed her her files.
" You don't have to insult me you know, I was just worried about you, but thanks for reminding me, it's a very lazy act on my part", I said and faced my side of the window. Why do I even care?
The driver dropped us both in front of our various departments and of course, Mo got to her's first. As I alighted from the car, I marvelled at the beautiful sight in front of me. The department is very beautiful. It had different sculptures all showcasing African culture and art. At this moment, I decided within my heart, that no one and nothing will ever separate me from my dream. I took some pictures and even though people stared at me wierdly, I didn't care, I am living my dream.
I went through all my registrations and classes with much vigour and enthusiasm. After I was done, I called Mo to see if she was done and she wasn't, which meant I couldn't go home. Bored and without any friends, I stayed in the department's lobby, listening to some songs.
A hand tapped me a few minutes later and I took off my ear phones, and I saw one of the girls I had sighted in class earlier.
" Hi, I don't think you know me, but I saw you earlier today taking pictures outside the department. "
" Oh", I said and smiled akwardly. She sat beside me.
" Judging from your behavior, I could guess that you are very happy to be here".
" Yeah I really am. i have literally been dreaming of this for years now and I am so overjoyed. Yeah my name is Mimisola, what's yours? "
" I'm Amanda, nice to meet you", she said and stretched her hand out for a shake. I received it and then we both laughed. We both talked for a while before I had to leave.
You know for most people, first days are not quite good, but mine was awesome and I can't wait for the days to come, both happy and sad days.
When we got home, my mom and my brother were already waiting for us or should I say waiting for Mo. As soon as we got inside, they asked about her day, her classes and being a proud peacock, she raved about it all. It wasn't until I greeted them, that they looked my way.
" Mimi, how are you? How was your day?", my mum asked, and just before I could answer,the perfect daughter interrupts. Sighing sadly, I went into the kitchen to take a drink before going upstairs. Sometimes I just wish they could shower me with half the love they show to my brother and sister,but then if wishes were horses, beggers would ride. They paid little attention to me, but I wished they could see that beneath this stubborn attitude of mine lies a girl who desperately wishes to be loved.
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© Anjolaoluwa
Mimisola.
First days of virtually everything in life are usually good, though inspite of the goodness, there are some forms of jitters involved in it. Today happened to be the first day of University for both me and my sister. Earlier this morning, my parents called us both, and gave us a long lecture of how to behave in school. Halfway through their sermon, my father faced me.
"Mimi, I have no idea on why you chose Dramatic Arts, and I don't want to know. You know quite well, that I can have you transferred from that course into, but I want to believe that I can trust you to work hard so you can take the transfer forms. "
What he said actually scared me, how could I have forgotten about that fact? My father is quite influencial and he could have me changed back to Law with a snap of his fingers. This is really a stupid move on my part, I should have picked a school very far from home, no, not far, but a school where he didn't have any influence. Well, what's done has been done, I just have to hope and pray he doesn't use his winning card. Throughout the talk, my sister was busy smiling and that sort of pissed me out, what's she smiling for? And then to make matters worst, my parents started with their "I am proud of you" bullshit. I knew I scoffed throughout. Talk about their awful and obvious favouritism.
Finally, when they decided to let us go, no one could have been happier than me at that particular moment. With joy and anticipation of my newest adventure, I rushed to grab my bag and then hurried through breakfast before rushing out to the car. We both weren't allowed to stay on campus, so our parents arranged a driver to drive us to and fro. Their arrangement would lead to a fight, it always does. Anyway, I don't let that get to me, today will be good, hopefully.
Have I mentioned how much of an annoying pest my sister is? I'm not quite sure. She is the best, at making people so angry and fed up within a short period of time. In the car, on our way, she kept bringing out her, in my parent's words" wonderful result".
" Hey, Mimi, could you help me hold my files, I need to arrange my bag? ", she asked. I scoffed before taking her " files". In the silence that followed after, I watched her bring out different books and they even included textbooks I am very sure she won't use till she gets to her third level of school.
"Mo do you really need all these books?", I asked in astonishment and partly homour.
" Yes I do, all these texts are necessary for my first year. I need them to pass brilliantly, I am aiming for a first class."
" I'm not against you passing, but why bring all of these on your first day, I mean you can't possibly read. all of it today," I asked.
" Mimi, please don't underestimate me, I am not as lazy as you", she said and rolled her eyes. I scoffed and handed her her files.
" You don't have to insult me you know, I was just worried about you, but thanks for reminding me, it's a very lazy act on my part", I said and faced my side of the window. Why do I even care?
The driver dropped us both in front of our various departments and of course, Mo got to her's first. As I alighted from the car, I marvelled at the beautiful sight in front of me. The department is very beautiful. It had different sculptures all showcasing African culture and art. At this moment, I decided within my heart, that no one and nothing will ever separate me from my dream. I took some pictures and even though people stared at me wierdly, I didn't care, I am living my dream.
I went through all my registrations and classes with much vigour and enthusiasm. After I was done, I called Mo to see if she was done and she wasn't, which meant I couldn't go home. Bored and without any friends, I stayed in the department's lobby, listening to some songs.
A hand tapped me a few minutes later and I took off my ear phones, and I saw one of the girls I had sighted in class earlier.
" Hi, I don't think you know me, but I saw you earlier today taking pictures outside the department. "
" Oh", I said and smiled akwardly. She sat beside me.
" Judging from your behavior, I could guess that you are very happy to be here".
" Yeah I really am. i have literally been dreaming of this for years now and I am so overjoyed. Yeah my name is Mimisola, what's yours? "
" I'm Amanda, nice to meet you", she said and stretched her hand out for a shake. I received it and then we both laughed. We both talked for a while before I had to leave.
You know for most people, first days are not quite good, but mine was awesome and I can't wait for the days to come, both happy and sad days.
When we got home, my mom and my brother were already waiting for us or should I say waiting for Mo. As soon as we got inside, they asked about her day, her classes and being a proud peacock, she raved about it all. It wasn't until I greeted them, that they looked my way.
" Mimi, how are you? How was your day?", my mum asked, and just before I could answer,the perfect daughter interrupts. Sighing sadly, I went into the kitchen to take a drink before going upstairs. Sometimes I just wish they could shower me with half the love they show to my brother and sister,but then if wishes were horses, beggers would ride. They paid little attention to me, but I wished they could see that beneath this stubborn attitude of mine lies a girl who desperately wishes to be loved.
NOTE
Please follow for the next chapter.
© Anjolaoluwa
