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Peerless: Amanda POV
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2020-11-27 10:59:41Esther is the scrawny girl from poetry. She's in SS2 Art's class, and daily, she heys me when we cross paths.
Her teeth are crooked like mine, her smile is crooked like mine. But with gaping spaces between one tooth and the other; unlike mine.
"Senior, have you written anything new?" She always says.
I think she already knows that I have, and that I am writing another.
Cyril too, winks at me during combined Maths and English classes. And when he catches me aloof, penning a poem or some other thing that pops up in my head at the hardcover of my note, he grins; as if we share a small secret.
Nightly, Tonye sends voice notes to me. She's huge on spoken-word poetry and although her poems are spiel and boring in a Shakespearean-ish manner, I adore her voice. It is a violin—reedy and young and nectarous. I fall asleep to her most nights.
Side Note: If Chideziri hears that...
Mr Harrison—the li
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