It's 12:00pm and I have yawned for the forty-fifth time today, tears in eyes and all. I feel like my head is being pounded in a mortar and I can't concentrate. I hope Mr. Chaz doesn't come poking his nose around my business, today is not the day.
Why can't I remember what happened last night.
I'm sitting at my desk, staring at my computer screen, but all I can see are pixelated colours of white, blue and black. What happened last night?
I know I had begged Efya to bring Nana to the get together at my place last night, so I could at least get a chance at getting her back. Efya, that witch! I know she is behind all of this, why does that girl hate me so much? Everything I did was out of love for Nana, I never denied this, but Efya has always had her in her palm.
All my days of knowing Nana, I never understood why I always had to go through Efya to get to her. From the first day we met, the exact opposite of her best friend, I knew she was trouble. I had never seen hair that looked like chewed up and dried chewing stick the colour of brown mud mixed with white paint on a dark skinned person before. Her eyes were so big and daring, something about them frightened you enough to avoid any eye contact. When she stretched out her fat hand to take mine in a greeting handshake, I noticed she didn't have finger nails. Struggling to hide my shock, I smiled at her, all she did was stare into my eyes, tight lipped and silent. Evil does not hide behind clothes, no matter how beautiful and she was no exception. I felt it.
I should have walked away after that day. But something in me told me Nana was worth it, I couldn't resist that smile. When she spoke, she spoke with so much kindness, the most delicate person I had ever met and I was ready to fight off any chaff-haired evil spirit to have a place in her life.