Umudike, Umuahia
6:30 p.m.
Bella's POV
Everywhere ached with varying degrees of pain, my center bearing the most amount.
I should have borrowed a filled gas cylinder from someone in my lodge or rather, waited till morning to fill up mine.
Regrets were pointless now.
As I lay there on the sandy ground a few meters away from my lodge, bruised and broken, I began to hum a melody I suddenly remembered from my childhood.
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Present time… (Chisom's POV)
Panic spread through the hall of the cafeteria, deafening screams rose from the throats of the crowd around me.
I stood stoically, petrified with fright and unable to move.
I could make out someone's shout in the distance.
"Ah! Mr. Talker has run away! Just like that!"
Turning my head, which was the only part of my body that seemed to move, I searched the stage to confirm the veracity of the person's observation.