Ashake’s Diary 8 – Girl Like Toks

I woke up with a smile on my face, today was definitely going to be a good day. I showered and hopped into the car, I kept humming as my mum drove Toks and me to school. In all honesty, I had no reason to be in a good mood, I was notorious in school, even though it wasn’t deliberate, it wasn’t the best either. Everyone hated me, even my own sister Toks.

I was older but Toks was bigger, prettier, smarter and more vicious. She was loved by everyone in school and quite frankly I resented that. Toks was friends with most of the seniors in school so she was always invited to their exclusive parties, I always wanted to attend one, but no one wanted me there. “Like I care!” Sadly I do care.

Sigh! I strolled into class, took my seat and could immediately feel Ify staring at me with so much venom. Yes! I ruined her little love story, but really, what did she expect after beating me up? I tried as much as possible to ignore her as I brought my books out. Miss Are was her usual boring self, I kept staring at her and wondering what motivated her career choice.

I walked into the cafeteria during our lunch break and saw Ify and Toks chatting away. What are the odds? My annoying sister and nemesis becoming best friends, but why me? To be very honest, I wasn’t very surprised, right from her birth, a year and a half after mine, making me miserable was how she relaxed. Little did I know that everything she had done to me in the past wasn’t compared to what she was about to do to me today.

We had our Physical Education class (Sports) after our lunch break, and it was mandatory for everyone to change into their sports wear. I hurriedly changed and rushed to join everyone on the field.

I noticed everyone was looking at me funny including Mr Diji our sports teacher, but I assumed it was as a result of my notoriety. Little did I know that Toks (on Ify’s orders) loosened the seams at the back of my shorts, weird how I didn’t notice it when I wore it. Usually, when we have P.E everyone rushes to sit at the back, so if you’re late “HELLO FRONT ROW.” So as I sat down everyone, I mean everyone saw all my delicates.

Physically I looked younger and smaller than my age, my skinny arms didn’t help my case as well. So to get my school uniform to fit I would normally wear shorts and some extra clothes underneath. Toks knew this obviously and felt that Ify should know.

Toyo, an annoying boy in my class said “denim bum’’ out loud and everyone burst into laughter including me (why didn’t I shut up). When everyone saw me laughing, they even laughed louder. I could swear I saw Mr Diji chuckle, Simi then said: “Ashake you do know they are laughing at you, go to the bathroom and look at your shorts.” A shiver went down my spine, If I was white, I am sure I would be red. Toyo then went as far as taking pictures and sending it to people in school, I swear, in minutes people were walking by the field to see the “denim bum” girl with their own eyes.

I don’t remember my trip to the bathroom, but I remember everyone laughing and pointing at me, calling me “denim bum” and some other mean classmates saying they are sure I store my bad attitude in the pockets.

I sat in the bathroom and cried in frustration, why me! Ify came into the bathroom under the guise that she wanted to help me out, then proceeded to tell me how and why she did it. Staring at her at that moment I wanted so bad to hurl some vile words at her, but fear held me back, knowing Ify, this was just the beginning and with Toks by her side, I was finished.

I reported Toks to my mum when we got home, but mom would hear none of it, apparently what I was saying sounded like something I would do, not her perfect Toks! I went to bed upset, and I kept thinking and plotting. If I was going to win this battle, I had to think like Toks.




by Yejide Erogbogbo

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