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25/09/2025

📚 Our Last Year
Part 8 — The Breaking Point
Written by: Lee Writes ✍️

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Sophia’s POV

Friendships don’t always end with a goodbye.
Sometimes they just… shatter.
And you’re left staring at the pieces, wondering if you were the one who dropped them.

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The tension had been building for days.
Brenda avoiding me, Alex pretending not to notice, Max making careless jokes like nothing was wrong.

By the time Saturday rolled around, the four of us were supposed to meet and tick something else off “The Fearless List.”
But when we gathered in the empty classroom, it didn’t feel like a team anymore.

It felt like four strangers.

“Can we just pick the next challenge already?” Max said, tossing his bag on a desk. “We’re wasting time.”

Brenda’s eyes flashed. “Easy for you to say. You’re not the one being lied to.”

My chest tightened. “Brenda—”

“No, Sophia, don’t.” She folded her arms. “I can’t sit here and pretend like everything is fine. You know how I feel, and yet…” Her voice cracked. “You let it happen anyway.”

Alex finally spoke, voice low. “Brenda, I never meant to hurt you.”

Her laugh was sharp, bitter. “Oh, please. Don’t act innocent. If it wasn’t for Max, you’d still be hiding it, wouldn’t you?”

Max held up his hands, smirking. “Hey, don’t blame me for saying what everyone was already thinking.”

“Shut up, Max!” Brenda snapped.

“Both of you, stop!” I shouted, but it was too late.

Alex turned to me, his eyes burning. “Sophia, just tell the truth. Do you feel the same way or not?”

The room tilted. My mouth went dry. Everyone was staring at me, waiting.

I opened my mouth, but no sound came out.

The silence stretched. Brenda’s face crumpled, Alex’s jaw clenched, and Max muttered, “Wow. Guess that answers it.”

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Brenda grabbed her bag and stormed out. Alex followed a second later, slamming the door so hard the windows rattled.

That left me and Max.

He looked at me with something I couldn’t read—something darker than his usual grin. “You think this pact is going to hold us together?” He shook his head. “Newsflash, Sophia. It’s already broken.”

And then he walked out too.

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I sank into the nearest chair, tears stinging my eyes.
The box with our Fearless List sat in the middle of the desk, mocking me.

One by one, we were breaking.

And for the first time, I wondered if we’d even make it to graduation as friends.

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Do you think the Fearless List can still bring them back together — or is this the end of their friendship?

24/09/2025

📚 Our Last Year
Part 7 — Betrayal
Written by: Lee Writes ✍️

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Sophia’s POV

If there’s one thing I’ve learned this term, it’s that secrets don’t stay hidden forever.
And sometimes, they don’t explode with a bang, they leak out slowly, like poison.

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It started small.

We were all sitting at the cafeteria, eating jollof and fried plantain, when I noticed the way Brenda’s eyes followed Alex.
Not casually. Not the way a best friend looks.
But the way I sometimes caught myself looking too.

Then Max leaned over, grinning like always, and said the words that froze everything.

“Alex, you should just tell her you like her already.”

Silence. Forks clattered. My stomach dropped.

“W-What?” I forced a laugh. “Tell who what?”

Max shrugged, totally unbothered. “Come on, it’s obvious. You like Sophia.”

The table went dead quiet.

Alex’s face flushed red. He opened his mouth, but Brenda stood up so fast her chair screeched.

“I’m not hungry anymore.” She grabbed her tray and stormed out before anyone could stop her.

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I chased after her, heart hammering.

“Brenda, wait!”

She spun on me in the hallway, eyes glistening. “Don’t. Just don’t.”

“What are you talking about?”

Her lips trembled. “You really don’t see it, do you? He’s not just your friend, Sophia. He’s mine too. But every time he looks at you…” Her voice cracked. “It hurts.”

I stood frozen. My chest ached, but my brain scrambled for words. “Brenda, I—”

“Save it.” She turned and walked away, her red beads clicking against her wrist.

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That night, our group didn’t meet at the library. We didn’t laugh in the dorms.

Max pretended everything was normal, Alex kept quiet, and Brenda wouldn’t even look at me.

But the silence between us was louder than anything.

And through it all, I couldn’t shake the memory of Alex’s face at the cafeteria… the way he didn’t deny it.

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Lying in bed, I thought of our pact, the missing slip, and now this fracture between us.

For the first time since we made “The Fearless List,” I was scared — not of my own fear, but of losing them.

And deep down, something told me this was only the beginning.

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Do you think Alex really loves Sophia… or is Max stirring trouble to break the group apart?

23/09/2025

📚 Our Last Year
Part 6 — The Secret
Written by: Lee Writes ✍️

Sophia’s POV

The next morning was chaos.

Our dorm matron stood at the front of assembly with two prefects beside her, their torches hanging at their sides like weapons.

“Some of you think rules are jokes,” she barked. “Last night, four shadows were spotted on the football field after lights out.”

My heart nearly leapt out of my chest.

No names. No punishments. Just the warning. But the whispers that spread through the crowd felt louder than the microphone.

Brenda squeezed my hand. Alex stared at the ground. Max just smirked like it was all part of the adventure.

And then I saw him.

Femi. Standing at the back of the assembly, arms folded, staring right at us.

He knew.

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By break time, the four of us gathered at the back of the library. My pulse hadn’t calmed all morning.

“We can’t keep doing this,” Brenda said, folding her arms. “It’s not fun anymore. It’s dangerous.”

“Everything worth doing is dangerous,” Max replied.

“That’s not what I meant and you know it!” Brenda snapped.

I rubbed my temples. “Look, Femi knows. He was there last night. He’s playing with us.”

Alex finally spoke, his voice low. “Maybe that’s not the only game being played.”

We all turned to him.

“What do you mean?” I asked.

Alex fidgeted with his pen. “Remember the night we wrote our fears down? Sealed them in that box? There were supposed to be four slips.”

“Yeah,” Brenda said. “So?”

“There weren’t. There were only three.”

The words slammed into me like a brick.

“What are you talking about?” I asked.

“I counted. I thought maybe I was mistaken, but I wasn’t. Someone’s slip never went in the box.”

Silence. The library air suddenly felt heavier.

Max frowned. “So one of us lied? Why?”

Alex looked at me, then at Brenda, then finally at Max. “Who’s hiding something?”

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That night in the dorm, I couldn’t sleep. I kept replaying the moment Alex said it.

Three slips. Not four.

Which meant one of us had a fear too dark, too private… too dangerous to share.

And as I lay awake, staring at the ceiling, one question clawed at my mind:

Was that missing slip connected to Femi’s sudden interest in us?

Or worse… to why Alex had been looking so uneasy lately?

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Who do you think hid their slip — and what fear could they possibly be keeping secret?

22/09/2025

📚 Our Last Year
Part 5 — Breaking the Rules
Written by: Lee Writes ✍️

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Sophia’s POV

The cafeteria showdown didn’t end in punches.

But it also didn’t end well.

Femi leaned so close to Max I thought he’d throw a blow, but instead he just smirked and whispered, “Enjoy your little courage, heroes. I’ll be waiting.” Then he and his boys walked out like kings of the world.

That was worse. Because when Femi didn’t strike right away, it meant he was planning something.

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Later that night, the four of us were huddled in the girls’ dormitory common room. Max was pacing, Brenda was chewing the ends of her braids, Alex was staring blankly at the wall, and I was trying not to let the dread show on my face.

“He’s going to do something,” Alex finally muttered.
“That’s the point,” Max said. “We made a stand. He’ll test us. So we can’t sit here waiting like victims.”

Brenda sighed. “What do you suggest? That we hit him first?”

Max grinned, but not in a funny way. “Not hit. Outsmart. If Femi thinks fear is our weakness, we show him we don’t care. We live.”

That’s when the idea came up. A crazy one.

Sneaking out of the hostel after lights out.

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“We’ll just go to the football field,” Max said. “Sit there, eat the snacks I stole from the tuck shop, laugh till morning. It’s harmless, but it’s against the rules. And if anyone finds out, it’ll spread through the school like wildfire. Everyone will know we’re not scared.”

Alex nearly choked. “Snacks? That’s your grand plan?”

“It’s not about snacks, genius. It’s about breaking the rules together. Making a statement.”

Brenda raised her brow at me. “What do you think?”

My chest was tight. I hated rules, hated the idea of prefects catching us, hated the thought of my parents finding out. But I hated the feeling of fear even more.

“Let’s do it,” I said.

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That night, hearts pounding, we slipped out barefoot, carrying biscuits and groundnuts like contraband. The moon lit our path as we ran across the field, laughing so hard it felt unreal.

For a moment, we weren’t students. We weren’t afraid. We were just us.

But then—

A beam of light swept across the field.
“Who’s there?!”

A prefect’s voice cut through the night.

We scattered like thieves, the snacks spilling on the grass. My heart thudded in my ears as footsteps closed in behind me.

And over the noise, I heard it, someone laughing. Not us. A darker laugh.

I looked back.

Femi. Watching from the shadow of the goalpost.

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Was Femi behind them getting caught, or was he just enjoying the show?

20/09/2025

📚 Our Last Year
Part 4 — The Bully’s Shadow
Written by: Lee Writes ✍️

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Sophia’s POV

Alex didn’t run.

When those boys from SS2 laughed at him on stage, I thought it was over. But he gripped the mic tighter, straightened his back, and started again. His voice wobbled at first… then steadied.

He read out his poem, something about courage and last chances. The hall was quiet, listening. When he finished, people clapped. Not out of pity, but real applause.

But in the corner, I saw them—Femi and his gang, the ones who had coughed and jeered. Femi smirked like a snake who’d just lost a game but was already plotting his next move.

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After Cultural Day, we were in the hostel common room when Max threw his bag on the floor.
“This is getting out of hand. Those idiots nearly ruined Alex’s moment. We need to deal with them.”

Brenda crossed her arms. “Deal with them how? Femi’s been tormenting juniors since JSS2. Nobody dares to talk back to him.”

“But we made a pact,” Max shot back. “Face our fears, right? Well, maybe it’s time we face Femi.”

Silence fell.

Because the truth was, Femi wasn’t just a bully, he was the bully. He could make your life miserable with just a few words. Even teachers avoided trouble with him.

Alex rubbed his temples. “Guys, I don’t want trouble.”

“You already have trouble,” I cut him off. My voice came out sharper than I intended. “You think Femi’s going to stop here? He saw you stand up to your fear. That makes you a target. If we don’t stop him now, he’ll keep coming.”

For a moment, nobody spoke. Then Brenda let out a shaky laugh.
“I can’t believe I’m saying this, but… Sophia’s right. We can’t run anymore.”

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The next day at lunch, we made our move.

Femi and his gang were holding court at their usual table, laughing too loudly, pushing a junior student away from a seat. Typical.

Max went first. He walked straight up and dropped his tray on their table.
“This seat taken?”

The hall went pin-drop silent.

I could see Femi’s eyes narrow, his smirk forming. He wasn’t used to being challenged.
“Well, well. The fearless four. What’s this? You think you’re heroes now?”

Alex shifted nervously but stood his ground. Brenda crossed her arms like she owned the place. I stood beside them, heart hammering but refusing to back down.

Max leaned forward, his voice low but steady.
“No. We’re just done letting you walk over everyone.”

The tension in the cafeteria was thick. Femi stood up slowly, towering over Max. His gang followed suit.

For the first time, it felt like our pact had put us in real danger.

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Do you think the four friends can actually stand up to Femi, or will this confrontation blow up in their faces

18/09/2025

📚 Our Last Year
Part 3 — The Stage Fear
Written by: Lee Writes ✍️

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Sophia’s POV

The next slip of paper we pulled from the box was Alex’s.

"Face a crowd without running away."

Brenda burst out laughing so hard she nearly spilled her drink. “Wow. Mr. Loudmouth is actually scared of people? The irony!”

Alex glared at her. “I’m not scared. I just… don’t like attention.”

Max smirked. “Which is basically the same thing.”

Alex rolled his eyes, but I could see the truth in his clenched jaw. Alex was the brave one among us, always teasing, always acting unbothered but the moment too many eyes were on him, he froze.

Brenda clapped her hands dramatically. “Perfect! You’ll perform at Cultural Day. Maybe sing, or dance, or recite a poem.”

The look Alex gave her could have burned a hole through steel. “Not happening.”

But the pact was the pact. No turning back.

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The weeks leading up to Cultural Day were chaos. Alex tried every excuse in the book.
“I lost my voice.”
“I’m allergic to microphones.”
“My ancestors said I shouldn’t disgrace the family.”

Brenda and Max weren’t buying any of it. They dragged him to rehearsals while I tried to encourage him.

“You don’t have to be perfect,” I told him one afternoon while we sat under the mango tree. “Just… be you. That’s enough.”

He gave me a long look, and for once, Alex didn’t have a comeback.

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Finally, Cultural Day arrived. The hall was packed with students, teachers, parents. Noise everywhere. My stomach was twisting knots just watching from the audience.

Alex stood at the side of the stage, pale as chalk. Max gave him a slap on the back. “Go. Face it.”

And then… it happened.

He stepped on stage, gripping the mic like it might bite him. For a second, silence swallowed the room.

“G-good evening,” he stammered. His voice cracked. A few students chuckled.

Alex froze. His eyes darted toward us in the crowd, wide with panic.

And that’s when someone deliberately coughed loud from the back. Followed by snickers. A group of boys from SS2. The kind who loved seeing people fail.

Alex’s hand trembled. I could see him about to bolt.

But then he locked eyes with me.

I mouthed the words: “You’ve got this.”

He swallowed hard, and…

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Do you think Alex will conquer his fear and finish his performance, or will the teasing push him off stage?

17/09/2025

📚 Our Last Year
Part 2 — The First Challenge
Written by: Lee Writes ✍️
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Sophia’s POV

When we opened the little wooden box, Brenda’s handwriting was the first one Max pulled out.

"Confess to my crush before graduation."

I swear, Brenda nearly fainted.
Her eyes widened, and she tried to sn**ch the paper back, but Alex was quicker.

“Well, well, Brenda,” he teased, wagging his brows. “Looks like we have a lover girl in our midst.”

Max laughed so loudly people at the far end of the class turned. “So who’s the unlucky guy?”

Brenda buried her face in her palms. “You guys are the worst friends ever.”

I tried to help her out, even though curiosity was killing me. “C’mon, it’s not that bad. Whoever it is, he might actually like you back.”

Brenda peeked at me through her fingers, cheeks flushed. “It’s not funny, Sophia. What if he rejects me? What if he laughs?”

Her voice cracked, and for a second, I saw past the tough girl she pretends to be. She was terrified.

Alex nudged her shoulder. “Relax, we’ll help you. That’s what the pact is about, right? Facing fears together.”

Brenda sighed, defeated. “Fine. But none of you will say a word if it goes wrong.”

We all raised our hands like guilty kids swearing an oath.

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The next day, the mission began.
Brenda’s crush was none other than Emeka, one of the school’s top basketball players. Honestly, I wasn’t surprised. He was tall, charming, always laughing like life was a big joke. Exactly Brenda’s type.

We followed her to the court after school, hiding behind the bleachers like spies in a bad Nollywood movie.

“Okay, Brenda, just breathe,” I whispered. “Smile. Be confident.”

Max added, “And don’t trip over your own legs. Please.”

She shot him a death glare before walking toward Emeka, who was bouncing the ball lazily.

We all watched, holding our breath.

“Hi… Emeka,” Brenda began. I couldn’t hear the rest, but I saw her fiddling with her bracelet, her voice trembling.

Emeka leaned in, listening, then suddenly smiled.
Not a mocking smile. A real one.

Next thing we knew, Brenda came running back toward us, her face red and glowing like she’d just won a lottery.

“Well??” Alex asked, practically shaking her.

“He said yes,” Brenda squealed, covering her mouth. “He said yes!”

We all erupted in cheers, pulling her into a group hug.

For a moment, it felt like the world was perfect.

But as I clapped for her, a strange ache formed in my chest.
I couldn’t help thinking about my own slip of paper locked inside the box.

If my turn came… would I be that brave?

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If you were in Brenda’s shoes, would you risk confessing to your crush, or keep it a secret till graduation?

16/09/2025

📚 Our Last Year
Part 1 — The Pact
Written by: Lee Writes ✍️

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Sophia’s POV

The last bell of the day rang, but my mind wasn’t on school. It was on the box sitting on the bench in front of us, the one Alex had brought like it carried some kind of magic.

We were gathered in the school garden, the only place that ever felt private. The air smelled of chalk dust and mango trees, and for once, we weren’t rushing home.

“This is crazy,” I whispered, twirling the paper between my fingers. My handwriting stared back at me like a confession I wasn’t ready to make.

“It’s not crazy, it’s genius,” Brenda said. She was always the loud one, always ready to laugh, even when she was nervous. “We’re in SS3, Sophia. This is our last year together. We need something to remember it by.”

Max leaned against the wall, arms crossed. “I still don’t know why we’re doing this. Why can’t we just… live life normally?”

“Because normal is boring,” Alex shot back. His eyes flicked to me, sharp and determined. “Come on, Soph. You’re in, right?”

I hesitated. My chest tightened, because the truth was, what I’d written scared me. It wasn’t just a silly dare or something small. It was personal. Too personal.

But then I looked at them, the three people who had been my world since JSS1 and I knew I couldn’t back out.

“I’m in,” I said, slipping my folded paper into the wooden box.

Brenda cheered and tossed hers in, Max rolled his eyes but followed, and Alex placed his last. He clicked the lid shut with a smile that made it feel official.

“That’s it. The Fearless List,” he declared. “Before graduation, we’ll face everything in here. No running. No excuses.”

We all placed our hands on the box at the same time. Four friends. Four promises. One bond.

A breeze swept through the garden just then, tugging at our uniforms. I thought I saw something move, but before I could look closely, Max’s voice broke in.

“So… who’s going first?”

The question hung in the air, heavy and electric.

And just like that, our last year truly began.

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15/09/2025

📚 Our Last Year
Prologue
Written by: Lee Writes ✍️
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The bell rang across St. Theresa’s Secondary School, its echo bouncing off the old, faded walls. Students poured out in noisy clusters, but in one quiet corner of the school garden, four friends lingered.

Sophia. Alex. Brenda. Max.

They had been inseparable since JSS1, and now here they were in SS3, their very last year together. The thought of graduation, of splitting paths, of life beyond these walls, sat heavy on all of them.

Sophia plucked a flower nervously, her gaze faraway. “Guys… do you ever think about what happens when all this is over? What if… what if we don’t stay the same?”

“Of course we won’t,” Max said with a smirk, his hands shoved into his pockets. “That’s life. But…” he glanced around at them, “we can make this year unforgettable. Our year.”

Brenda’s eyes lit up. “Unforgettable how?”

It was Alex who pulled out his notebook, tore four pieces of paper, and set them on the bench. “By doing everything we’ve been too scared to do before. No excuses.”

They stared at the papers. Four small, blank spaces. Four bottled-up secrets waiting to be freed.

“One fear. One wish. Each of us writes it down,” Alex continued. “And before graduation… we face it. Together.”

Sophia hesitated, but her heart beat with excitement. Brenda grinned mischievously. Max rolled his eyes but grabbed a pen. One by one, they bent over their slips, scribbling the things they had never dared to say out loud.

When they were done, they folded the papers tightly and dropped them into a small wooden box Alex had carried in his bag. He snapped it shut, his face suddenly serious.

“This is it. Our pact.”

“Our Fearless List,” Brenda added with a laugh.

They stacked their hands on the box, sealing their promise with laughter, with hope, with the kind of courage only friendship could spark.

None of them noticed when the evening breeze rustled one slip loose from the pile. It fluttered silently to the ground, then was carried away across the field.

One secret. One fear. Gone.

And with it, the beginning of everything that would change their last year forever.
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11/09/2025

The Note In Her Locker!
Part 10— The Final Reveal
Written by: Lee Writes ✍️
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Amara's POV
"Amara..."
I looked at Chinenye to confirm if I wasn't the only one who heard my name. She looked as confused as I am.

My heart could not stop racing faster. It's finally here. I am going to see who this person is and I just can't wait to see who it was.

The figure steps forward and it turned out to be.... Daniel.

Daniel?

"Hi Chinenye."He waved at her smiling halfly. She waved him back.

"Im going to go to bed."She taps my shoulder and walked away.

I stood frozen. Words failed me. I didn't know what to say. What was supposed to be my reaction?

I knew I had my reaction rehearsed already in my head when I finally see the person behind the note but I had nothing.

But wait. Why do I think he's the one?

"Are you...?" My voice trembled.

He nodded. "Yes Amara, it was me. Im the one who's been leaving me notes."

My breathe caught. My mind rushed back to the first pink envelope, the bracelet, the words that made my heart flutter when I thought no one noticed me.

"Why?" I whispered.

He swallowed, looking down for a moment before meeting my eyes. "Because I've always liked you Amara. Since in junior class I've liked you but you were so out of reach, and I was scared you wouldn't like me back."
I chuckled when he said that.
"I didn't mean to scare you Amara I just want you to know that someone cared."

My chest tightened. The truth I had been searching for was standing in front of me.

Before I could respond I heard my name from behind me and it was Tunde carrying a black nylon.

He looked at Daniel in a disgusted way before facing me.

"What is he doing here?"

Daniel stiffened but didn't back down.

"He's erm..."

"You've been the one dropping notes in her locker?" Tunde asked, voice sharp. "Why didn't you just say it to her face?! Oh, you're just a coward!"

Daniel tightened his fist. At first I thought he was going to attack Tunde but he bit his lower lip and smiled. "Im nothing like you Tunde. You've always been with her, you've always protected her and I didn't think I had a chance. The notes were the only way for me to get across."

Silence fell between us. My heart pounded as both boys' eyes turned to me.

"Amara,"Tunde said softly now. "I know I pulled away and you must be hurt but I did that because I needed you to stop seeing me as your friend but as someone you could like because I like you Amara."

I swallowed hard. My eyes darted between Tunde my childhood friend who had always been there and Daniel, the confident admirer who's encouraging words had carried me through this session.

The bracelet on my wrist gleamed under the fading sunlight.
"Everything will fall in place...."
The first note's words echoed in my mind.

I took a deep breathe. "Tunde, you've always been my best friend and it's no doubt that I still value what we have but..." I turned to Daniel, my voice soft but steady. "...the notes touched me in a way I cannot explain. They made me felt seen, made me believe in myself when I almost gave up. And now that I know it's you, I want to see where it goes."

Tunde's lips pressed into a thin line, but he nodded slowly. "I understand. Just be happy Amara, that's all I want from you."

I reached out and squeezed his hand. "Thank you."

When he went away the weight in my chest loosened.

Daniel stepped closer smiling. "So... No more secrets?"

I smiled holding up the bracelet. "Only if you promise no more hiding behind lockers"

He laughed quietly, the sound warm and real. "Deal."

As we walk side by side down the quiet street, the world seem lighter. The fear, the questions, the mystery. All of it melted into something simple.

Hope.

And for the first time I believed it: Everything has really fallen in place.

THE END!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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10/09/2025

The Note In Her Locker!
Part 9 — The Cultural Day
Written by: Lee Writes ✍️
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Amara's POV
Chinenye and I went to the cultural day together.
We were dressed in our cultural attire. As Igbo girls that we are, we made use of the red beads on our necks, heads, and even on our ankles.

"You looked tense. Are you okay?"She asked. I had told her about the note I received and how I felt the person was toying with my emotions.

I nodded forward then she tightened her grip on me.

"You look beautiful, and whoever this person is, I am sure he sees it."
I replied with a smile as we walked into the hall.

It was just as we expected. Students filled the hall in their different cultural attire.

Chinenye excused herself to get us drinks.

I was standing by a door when I saw a hand stretching a glass of juice to me. It was Tunde.

Tunde is wearing an Agbada. A common wear in the Yoruba culture. He's holding a Fly-whisk also known as "Irukere" in Yoruba. He's wearing a cap that has a pointy shape at the top. Beads on his wrist and on his neck.

"Thank you."I took the juice from him and he smiled at me.
"Yoruba, huh?"I took a sip from the juice and he leaned beside me.

"Has anyone told you that you look so beautiful tonight?" I scoffed and looked at him.

"Chinenye already did. But thank you." I took another sip.

"I'm glad you're here. It really means a lot."

I nodded with a smile.

"Would you like us to maybe take a stroll together?"He asked.

"Tunde, the cultural dance is about to start, and I don't intend to miss it, but thank you for the offer." I didn't mean any harm, but taking a stroll is the last thing I want right now.

I saw a flinch of disappointment on his but it disappeared as quickly as it came.
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We took our seats to watch the junior student perform the cultural dance. Chinenye and I were sitting at a table when Daniel came to join us. He greeted Chinenye but she didn't respond as her mind wasn't here.

"Didn't think you'd come."He began.

"Why shouldn't I? It's the school's cultural day." I said.

"I know. But you know you've been acting strangely lately and I thought maybe you..."He stopped as his eyes went to my wrist.

"It's beautiful. I mean the bracelet."
I lean back. Furrowed my eyes at him. How was he able to identify the bracelet among other beads that were on my hand?

"Do you want us to watch the cultural dance together?"

I shrugged my shoulders. "I don't mind."

He replied with a smile and locked his attention on the dance.

My eyes were still on him to see if he was the secret admirer who had been leaving notes in my locker.
Could it be him?
Every trace has led to Tunde.
And every step I take closer to the truth takes me ten steps backwards.

My mind keeps racing as I stare at him. What could he be hiding?
I would have believed Daniel is behind all these but he's too confident to be hiding behind notes.
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As the cultural day winds down Tunde and Daniel disappeared.
Daniel, who was sitting next to me a while ago, is nowhere to be found. He told me he was going to ease himself and that's it, he was gone just like that.

Chinenye and I walked home, but before entering the house, I saw a figure waiting at the corner.

"Who's that?"Chinenye asked. I shrugged my shoulders, not knowing.

The moonlight makes it impossible to see their face.

"Amara..."I heard the figure whispers.

I gasped as I held Chinenye on her shoulder.
Tonight, everything will come to an end.
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Who do you think was waiting for Amara in the moonlight?
Tunde or Daniel or someone else?
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09/09/2025

The Note In Her Locker!
Part 8 — The Almost Encounter.
Written by: Lee Writes ✍️
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Amara's POV
I just arrived at the basketball court staring at the basketball that was hung on a pole. I am wearing a mini blue dress, and my hands are folded behind me, patiently waiting for this person to show up.
The rays of the sun hit the gathered balls.

Today I'll finally see who it is.

I exhale and adjust my dress.

Suddenly I heard footsteps approaching. I prepared my mind for the big reveal.

A shadow appears from the corner. My heart races.

Just as the figure was about to take the first step forward, a whistle for evening inspection was blown. I turned to the door immediately and there was nobody there.

I ran to hide behind a chair as one of the prefects walked into the court to inspect. If they found me here, I'm as good as dead.
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The next morning I found another note in my locker:

"You were so close... but not yet. Trust me, Amara, the wait will be worth it. — Yours"

A hiss escapes from my lips.
I shoved the note aside, picked up what brought me to the locker. Locked it and left.

I don't see why anybody will be playing with my feelings through notes. If he has some balls he should come face me and stop hiding behind some stupid notes.

"Hey, are you okay?"It's Tunde walking beside me, I glanced at him and looked ahead.

"Not now please."

"I'm just worried about you. You've been quiet lately."
He held me on my arms and made me face him.
"Ever since we resumed this session, you've been acting strangely, and I thought that seeing the bracelet back would..."He paused. Eyes wide open like he's said what he shouldn't have said.

"Continue."I fold my hands up to my chest. "I'm interested in what you have to say"

He released his hands on my wrist and took a step backward.

"I didn't..."He looked at me like he was scared of something. "Never mind."And he walks into the class.

I pushed my hair back with my hands, exhaled, and went into the classroom only to meet Daniel sitting in my seat. Where is Chinenye?

"Are you ditching classes now?"

I roll my eyes at him. It's not like we've had any class this morning.

"What are you talking about?"

He stood up and sat on the desk. "You're always carried away like you're worried about something."

It's nice seeing that Daniel is worried about me. I placed my book on my seat and smiled.

"I'm fine Daniel, thank you."

He got up and proceeded to his seat.
"Remember, this session is yours to remember." He gave me a thumbs up and went to his seat. I sat down in my seat and then it hit me.

I've heard that line before. "This session is yours to enjoy."

I took my bag and started searching for the notes I've gathered. I usually keep them, actually, and I found the note. The first one I ever received.

"Everything will fall in place. This session is yours to enjoy. — Yours"

I looked in his direction, and he was laughing with his friends.
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I was about to sleep when Chinenye came in.

"I found this by the door."She stretched a paper to me and I took it.

I opened the note and it reads

"At the Cultural Day on Friday, you'll finally see me. Wear the bracelet I'll find you. — Yours"

No. No, I'm definitely not doing this. I tore the paper and went to bed.

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If you were Amara would you still keep chasing this mysterious admirer?
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