Novels by TheWeirdTruth

The week had taken it's toll on me. Caitlyn and Lee were both training me; Lee in defense, Caitlyn in offense. Classes were piling up, extra curriculars were popping up everywhere and Tishe was pestering me about the Welcome ball."Oluwatisómólorireyifunmi!" I snapped as she once again bugged me about asking Gazelle to the Welcome ball. She smiled sweetly at me as we walked to our locker."I am almost very behind in my home work, have just been told that I am the leader of a mythical kingdom, have a prefects meeting to host in a few hours and I'm still trying to understand how to play that terrible contraption called a talking drum and you're bothering me about a school dance?" I asked flatly as I unlocked my locker. I pulled out my note pad and pen while Tishe pulled out a slightly large brown sling bag. I heard the clink and clank of glass on glass and wondered what she had in there."Oh for once in your li

"Jay Jay!" she sang. I smiled as I turned over in my bed. She sat on the cushioned chair next to it, her smile infectious. Her two front teeth were missing, but it made her look even cuter."Good morning." I slurred, still very sleepy. She wrinkled her nose and giggled."It's noon, silly. Get up, let's go for a walk."I nodded, getting off the bed and putting on my slippers. She grabbed my hand and led me towards the door. We walked out of the room, past our smiling mothers and out of the house. The sun was really bright that day and I could hear the sparrows singing from the trees around the small house. We sat on the small cement fence, watching adult traders sell their wears and an occasional child with a tray of oranges, groundnut or plantain on his or her head. Dad had washed the gutter yesterday with Lee, so it smelled less like fish and wet earth. I watched a reckless Okada man speed by, his over sized shirt blowing in the wind like a cape

Caitlyn's POV, If I started this story telling you that I've always been a Fang. That it was some family heritage that my dad passed down to me when I turned sixteen and that it had always been an adventure, that would be a bloody lie. My parents didn't even know who the Fangs were till the day I told them I was one.I didn't join the Fangs because I was looking for an adventure of a life time. Neither did I join them because I needed to protect myself or my family. Those things came with the job naturally. I'm what the other Fangs call an Accident. Why? Cos I 'accidentally' stumbled on one of their own killing someone. I was twelve at the time. Trust me, it was traumatic and I still have nightmares about that night. We were still in Washington at the time and I had stayed out at my friend Keisha's place a little too long. I was trying my best to speed walk home cos you don't run anyhow in the ghetto parts of Washington.

"His name was Oba Bejide Adelanwa."I stared at Amaka and Bamise for a long time. Like for a really long time. The idea they were trying to bring out was hilarious. Ludicrous. Amusing. Comical. Ridiculous. Laughable. It was such a dumb idea that I started laughing. I laughed hard and well. I laughed so much that I felt tears in my eyes."Bejide."I stopped laughing and stared at Bamise and Amaka. My head hurt. My heart ached. And I was in great need of a nap.Tick, tock, tick, tock.."Never." I snarled, standing. I glared daggers into Bamise's head. Tick, tock, tick, tock, tick.."Never in you life! Never in your ducking miserable life call me by that name again!""Jefferson...""No! Leave me alone! First, my best friend died. Then I found out he's been lying to me for years. Now you're telling me that I'm some stupid descendant of some fabled king? Do you think I'm stupid?"Amaka stood and tried to place her hands

The following week was Chima's funeral. More people than I expected were there. All dressed in white shirts, white suits with wine coloured trousers or skirts. I stood next to Mom in my all black attire. I couldn't comprehend why everyone else was dressed the way they were. Or why they acted the way they did. No one cried. There were no wailing old women and old men trying to comfort them. Even the weather confused me. The sun was shining in a kind of happy-go-lucky way. The birds sang gleefully. It was almost like no one cared. No, it was more like they expected it. Like they all knew he would die. The sermon was brief, and very few people spoke about the deceased.The deceased.I've always hated it whenever they spoke about someone like that. Being dead doesn't make you less of a human being.But then life was cruel.The man who took Chima's life was cruel and deserved to

I stared at the large iron black gate. I had the mind to turn around, go back home and ask Mr Okoro to let me take another assignment. Or at least put me in another group. The thought of being alone with my three major bullies scared me to death. And I was certain it would be a slow and painful one. I sighed, I knew that Mr Okoro would never let me take another assignment. This assignment was a part of the semesters scheme. And it had to be done as a group.So really, I have no choice.I knocked again and waited wondering if anyone could actually hear my knocking from inside the house. The house was a moderate grey colored bungalow. It wasn't anything fancy. It was just average. Mide was either lying about her dad being a big time accountant or Mr Ogunkoya was a very simple man. I knocked again, using my Music textbook to shield my face from the scorching sun. It was almost October, the sun shouldn't be this high up. We should be weari