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๐ด ๐ฃ๐๐ฅ๐ง 1
The ceiling fan is spinning but the room feels like it's suffocating.
Eight students. One table. Zero words.
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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.
๐ป๐๐๐. ๐ป๐๐๐. ๐ป๐๐๐.
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.
๐๐ป๐ฑ ๐๐ผ๐บ๐ฒ๐๐ต๐ถ๐ป๐ด ๐ฎ๐ฏ๐ผ๐๐ ๐ต๐ถ๐ ๐๐ถ๐น๐ฒ๐ป๐ฐ๐ฒ ๐ณ๐ฒ๐ฒ๐น๐ ๐ต๐ฒ๐ฎ๐๐ถ๐ฒ๐ฟ ๐๐ต๐ฎ๐ป ๐ฎ ๐ฑ๐ฒ๐ป๐ถ๐ฎ๐น.
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โฆ25,000 ๐ช๐๐ฆ ๐๐จ๐ฆ๐ง ๐ง๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ก๐ก๐๐ก๐๐๐ฃ๐๐ฆ๐ข๐๐ 1 — ๐ง๐๐ ๐๐๐๐_____๐ด ๐ฃ๐๐ฅ๐ง 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.๐ป๐๐๐. ๐ป๐๐๐. ๐ป๐๐๐.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.๐๐ป๐ฑ ๐๐ผ๐บ๐ฒ๐๐ต๐ถ๐ป๐ด ๐ฎ๐ฏ๐ผ๐๐ ๐ต๐ถ๐ ๐๐ถ๐น๐ฒ๐ป๐ฐ๐ฒ ๐ณ๐ฒ๐ฒ๐น๐ ๐ต๐ฒ๐ฎ๐๐ถ๐ฒ๐ฟ ๐๐ต๐ฎ๐ป ๐ฎ ๐ฑ๐ฒ๐ป๐ถ๐ฎ๐น.[To be continued…๐ Drop a ๐ฅ if you're already suspicious of someone]Follow for more episodes๐