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โ‚ฆ25,000 ๐—ช๐—”๐—ฆ ๐—๐—จ๐—ฆ๐—ง ๐—ง๐—›๐—˜ ๐—•๐—˜๐—š๐—œ๐—ก๐—ก๐—œ๐—ก๐—š


๐—˜๐—ฃ๐—œ๐—ฆ๐—ข๐——๐—˜ 1 — ๐—ง๐—›๐—˜ ๐—Ÿ๐—˜๐—”๐—ž

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๐Ÿ”ด ๐—ฃ๐—”๐—ฅ๐—ง 1


The ceiling fan is spinning but the room feels like it's suffocating.


Eight students. One table. Zero words.

- - -

Sweat slides down Bisi's temple in a slow, cold line. Nobody talks. Nobody even breathes too loud. The old wall clock ticks like it's counting down to something terrible.


๐‘ป๐’Š๐’„๐’Œ. ๐‘ป๐’Š๐’„๐’Œ. ๐‘ป๐’Š๐’„๐’Œ.


Their bags sit on the floor like they're afraid to move too.


Then Shade breaks.


"So… nobody wan talk?" Her voice comes out low, almost a whisper. "We go just dey sit here like mumu?"


Kunle leans back in his chair, slow and deliberate, like someone who has already decided who to blame.


"You fit start first." His eyes slide sideways — straight to Amaka.


Amaka catches it immediately.


"Kunle." Her voice is flat and sharp as a blade. "Mind yourself. Don't drag me into what you don't understand."


Bisi lifts his head. "Can we stop pointing fingers until we know what's really going on?"


Kunle laughs — the kind of laugh that isn't funny at all.


"See who dey form innocent." Kunle leans forward, and his eyes pin Bisi to the wall. "Bisi the class saint. Always sitting in front. Always right."


He lets the next word land slow.


"Maybe too right."


Bisi says nothing. But the muscle in his jaw jumps.


๐—”๐—ป๐—ฑ ๐˜€๐—ผ๐—บ๐—ฒ๐˜๐—ต๐—ถ๐—ป๐—ด ๐—ฎ๐—ฏ๐—ผ๐˜‚๐˜ ๐—ต๐—ถ๐˜€ ๐˜€๐—ถ๐—น๐—ฒ๐—ป๐—ฐ๐—ฒ ๐—ณ๐—ฒ๐—ฒ๐—น๐˜€ ๐—ต๐—ฒ๐—ฎ๐˜ƒ๐—ถ๐—ฒ๐—ฟ ๐˜๐—ต๐—ฎ๐—ป ๐—ฎ ๐—ฑ๐—ฒ๐—ป๐—ถ๐—ฎ๐—น.


[To be continued…


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โ‚ฆ25,000 ๐—ช๐—”๐—ฆ ๐—๐—จ๐—ฆ๐—ง ๐—ง๐—›๐—˜ ๐—•๐—˜๐—š๐—œ๐—ก๐—ก๐—œ๐—ก๐—š๐—˜๐—ฃ๐—œ๐—ฆ๐—ข๐——๐—˜ 1 — ๐—ง๐—›๐—˜ ๐—Ÿ๐—˜๐—”๐—ž_____๐Ÿ”ด ๐—ฃ๐—”๐—ฅ๐—ง 1The ceiling fan is spinning but the room feels like it's suffocating.Eight students. One table. Zero words.- - -Sweat slides down Bisi's temple in a slow, cold line. Nobody talks. Nobody even breathes too loud. The old wall clock ticks like it's counting down to something terrible.๐‘ป๐’Š๐’„๐’Œ. ๐‘ป๐’Š๐’„๐’Œ. ๐‘ป๐’Š๐’„๐’Œ.Their bags sit on the floor like they're afraid to move too.Then Shade breaks."So… nobody wan talk?" Her voice comes out low, almost a whisper. "We go just dey sit here like mumu?"Kunle leans back in his chair, slow and deliberate, like someone who has already decided who to blame."You fit start first." His eyes slide sideways — straight to Amaka.Amaka catches it immediately."Kunle." Her voice is flat and sharp as a blade. "Mind yourself. Don't drag me into what you don't understand."Bisi lifts his head. "Can we stop pointing fingers until we know what's really going on?"Kunle laughs — the kind of laugh that isn't funny at all."See who dey form innocent." Kunle leans forward, and his eyes pin Bisi to the wall. "Bisi the class saint. Always sitting in front. Always right."He lets the next word land slow."Maybe too right."Bisi says nothing. But the muscle in his jaw jumps.๐—”๐—ป๐—ฑ ๐˜€๐—ผ๐—บ๐—ฒ๐˜๐—ต๐—ถ๐—ป๐—ด ๐—ฎ๐—ฏ๐—ผ๐˜‚๐˜ ๐—ต๐—ถ๐˜€ ๐˜€๐—ถ๐—น๐—ฒ๐—ป๐—ฐ๐—ฒ ๐—ณ๐—ฒ๐—ฒ๐—น๐˜€ ๐—ต๐—ฒ๐—ฎ๐˜ƒ๐—ถ๐—ฒ๐—ฟ ๐˜๐—ต๐—ฎ๐—ป ๐—ฎ ๐—ฑ๐—ฒ๐—ป๐—ถ๐—ฎ๐—น.[To be continued…๐Ÿ‘‡ Drop a ๐Ÿ”ฅ if you're already suspicious of someone]Follow for more episodes๐Ÿ’•
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