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𝗘𝗣𝗜𝗦𝗢𝗗𝗘 1 — 𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗟𝗘𝗔𝗞
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🔴 𝗣𝗔𝗥𝗧 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.

𝑻𝒊𝒄𝒌. 𝑻𝒊𝒄𝒌. 𝑻𝒊𝒄𝒌.

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.

𝗔𝗻𝗱 𝘀𝗼𝗺𝗲𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗮𝗯𝗼𝘂𝘁 𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝘀𝗶𝗹𝗲𝗻𝗰𝗲 𝗳𝗲𝗲𝗹𝘀 𝗵𝗲𝗮𝘃𝗶𝗲𝗿 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝗻 𝗮 𝗱𝗲𝗻𝗶𝗮𝗹.

[To be continued… Part 2 drops in the comments👇🏾 Stay close.

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