All Chapters of Finding Us: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

My speech starts with a stutter, then a quick pause before it progresses with a ramble that has Annie and Amanda giving me looks.Diamond, who is the recipient of my advice, doesn't even move a muscle. Her eyes are trained on me like a hawk's, her arms folded over her chest. Though she remains still when I'm finished, it's clear a storm is brewing within her and I can already tell Annie and Amanda, who are standing behind me, hate me for dragging them into this.A chortle is what breaks out of Diamond first as she shakes her head and regards me with those stormy eyes.“Come let me ask you,” — she gestures at me before interlacing her fingers — “Did I, in any way, mention, even if it was by mistake o, that we're friends?”“Shebi I told you,” Ann

Classes ended minutes ago, but I spent most of my time (during the class) trying to get Eric on the phone. The fact that he's not in the hall when I later searched for him and he's not answering my calls makes me very worried.“Your friend's still not picking?” Caleb asks from beside me.I glance at him before staring down at my phone. “No, and I don't know why. I've searched everywhere in the hall, but I can't find him. Eric has never missed a class,” the last part I murmur as I dial his number again.He still doesn't answer.I recline with a loud sigh.“Maybe something came up at home, so he couldn't make it in time,” Caleb says. “He'll probably show up later.”“Maybe.”But my mood sours, my excitement fading away wi

My legs feels like lead. Each step weighs a ton. My heart feels like it has been crushed by a dumb-bell. And all I can do is clump my way upstairs, hoping to get into my room without being seen, slump on my bed and cry my eyes out.When I reach my door, I begin to search for my key, but the damn thing stays hidden.Exasperated, I turn my bag upside down, allowing all of its content to rain to the floor. My books hit the ground and I don't realize my mistake until my phone falls too, smashing itself to the floor.I throw my bag aside, bending immediately to pick up my phone.“Oooh, God!” I grumble when I see the crack my stupid actions has caused me.This makes me snap, lose every ounce of strength I have and collapse to the floor as I begin to cry into my hands.

“You're what?” Unlike Annie who's super-excited to attend a party this weekend, Amanda believes I'm making a terrible decision.“I know,” I say. “I hate parties too, but I already told my friend that I'll be coming.”“Did that friend tie you with rope and say you must come? Or is he or she holding a gun to your head?”“Leave the girl alone, jare,” Annie says. “She deserves some fun. Let her have it.” She turns to me in her plastic chair. “Don't mind Amanda. Going to a party is not a sin and yes, I'll follow you.”I smile at her, relief washing over me like a cold shower during a hot afternoon. I've been panicking all day, wondering how I'll attend the party alone. Although I don't like that I have to go, knowing that I won't be going alone soothes my worry a little.Amanda lets out

When I get home and my parents ask how my tests were, I simply reply I did my best. This response is met with optimism from my mom and a prayer that God will handle the rest, while my dad seems disappointed, believing my best coupled with how I sound isn't enough.I can't blame him though — even though I wish he has little faith in me. My best has never been enough to get me good grades. No matter how hard I try to study, the results never end up in my favour. Especially when I'm studying on my own. It's always been with Eric's help that I scale through any test.Although we've been studying days before the test week, Eric wasn't there to soothe my fear and tell me the test questions won't be that hard. Before I enter any test or exam hall, I always become panic-stricken; my clothes are soaked with sweat while I bite the inner part of my cheeks and rub my hands down my skirt. During such times, he'll