Aliyah and the witch 11&12

ALIYA AND THE WITCH SYNDICATE

EPISODE 11 & 12

WRITTEN BY REMI THE WRITER

"No....., this isn't my battle to fight, it's yours now...aliya....

As the girls exchange warm hugs through their emotional bond, the school bell chimed again, alerting the end of mid break.

 Aliya and Sammy noticed Dorcas in the distance.

 She was surrounded by the fat senior  girls,  aliya volunteered to talk to dorcas leaving Sammy behind.

"Good evening seniors......emmh, ..dorcas I want to talk to you for some time," 

Aliya retorted as fear gripped her.

"What ever you want to say, you can say it right here," 

Dorcas shook her head out of disagreement, the fat seniors told dorcas it's fine, 

They all excused themelves telling dorcas to join them when they're done talking.

"Dorcas, what's happening? You're distant, absent from our dorm, absent from us,"

 Aliya retorted her brows were knitting together expecting a reply

"Just like I said, am a prefect, so i will be at every meetings meant for prefects".

"But last night, where were you? Prefects don't vanish like shadows," Aliya pressed, only to be cut off.

"I owe you no explanations," Dorcas retorted, her patience began to wear off.

Aliya shook her head, desperation colored her touch. 

"This isn't you, Dorcas. We've been friends since childhood. Why push me away? why push us away?".

We saw you... with the seniors last night, with red candles...," Aliya confessed.

"Ohh....so you guys are stalking me now, are you?"

 Dorcas's anger flared,  her brows furrowing with range.

"It's not stalking; it's caring. We're your friends, it's our duty to worry about you," Aliya replied in the most pitiful tone.

"We're no longer friends, ever since the day you and Sammy's jealousy was evident to me, 

You guys aren't w0rth to be called friends, it doesn't fit you both".

"And what do you mean by that? you're not my mother, keep your worries to yourself.

I can go where I like,  sleep anyway it's none of your business?".

Tears traced paths down Aliya's cheeks, mirroring the rain that threatened to fall from the heavens. 

Sammy watched from afar, tèars hanged on each corner of her eyes,

The once jovial friends she knew and  cherished traded words sharper than knïves, right in front of her.

"Sammy's leaving us... she wouldn't be coming to Pelican Girls anymore, she's going during the holidays......," 

Dorcas froze, her anger giving way to the shock.

 She glanced at Sammy, made a loud hiss then made her way to catch up with the rest of the prefects..".

                 ~THE NEXT DAY~

Monday dawned, cruel and unyielding as usual,  Aliya's class, Jss1A, faced the daunting task of mathematics, 

A Chinese movie without subtitles, there were having Mr Eugene's most håted subject  during first periods

As he prepared to begin his lesson, the noise from  the adjacent class (Jss1B) Dorcas's class, disrupted his teaching.

Without hesitation, Mr. Eugene ushered the noisy class into his own, his stern demeanor promising discipline to any who dared defy him. 

The girls hurried, eager to escape the stïng of his cane to pëël their  ebony skin.

   "Good morning, girls," 

Mr. Eugene greeted.

"Good morning, sir," the whole class greeted in unison.

"I've merged the classes because your playful behavior is getting worsen each day," he continued, his gaze scanned the thin face of the girls.

"The exams are looming, after you girls have failed, the school authorities will pin your f00lish performance on me...... 

"No ....it won't happen, and apart from that, we  have a lot of work to do because we haven't really covered a lot in this simultaneous equations.."

He paused, his eyes landing on Dorcas, who had succumbed to slumber with her head resting on the desk. 

"Who's that f00l?" he barked as a white board marker sailed through the air, jolting her hèad causing Dorcas to wake up from the påin

Laughter rippled through the classroom, but Mr. Eugene was not amused.

 "Stand up, idi0t! 

"What were you doing last night and during your leisure period,  that you could not sleep?"

"Can't you speak? have your village people cut your t0ngues out!"

 Mr Eugene continued causing a bout of laughter from the other girls.

"I .....was reading my books with my friend, and rehearsing for my prefect duties." 

dorcas managed to rally out words with few glitches on them.

"Perfect," Mr. Eugene sneered. "

A prefect who can't stay awake. You don't deserve the title."

His words stunged dorcas, which made tears flowed like unrelenting rivers....

"Stop the crocodile tears.....  I didn't use a cane on y0u, yet you're crying......

Your friend whom you both read together is she in this class?" 

"Ye....s she is" dorcas replied.

"If you are the friend she is referring to please stand up" 

Mr Eugene  said but nobody got up. 

Each girls looked sideways watching who was going to come out, the incident was evident to Aliya.

"So, no one will stand for you," Mr. Eugene observed. "Point her out here".

Silence hung heavy. aliya's eyes met Dorca's eyes pleading for salvation. But Aliya turned away, feigning ignorance.

She pointed towards aliya who in turn turned and was trying to find who dorcas was pointing at.

"I see that, so you're friends with her?" Mr Eugene asked Aliya.

"Sir, are you referring to me?".

"No, I'm referring to your gh0st" Mr Eugene replied sardonically.

"Don't ever in your lìfe answer my question while sitting down, am I clear?" 

"Yes, Sir" Aliya replied as she sluggishly stood up.

"I see you like playing dèad, and that was why you were pretending not to see the fact that your own friend is pointing at you.

 So, is it true that you were both studying last night?".

Mr Eugene asked Aliya, Aliya shook her head.

 "Never!!! She's lying, She's not my friend!!!."

The teacher's attention shifted back to Dorcas.

 "Your friend denies you. Who's lying?"

The room fell silent. Aliya's gaze lingered on Dorcas, torn between loyalty and truth.

 Dorcas had already cast their friendship aside, so why covering up  for her now?

 He ordered Dorcas to go kneel outside the staff room.

The punishment was harsh, thirty strokes and a week's worth of sweeping the whole school.

That night, Fear had taken root in aliya's heart, she locked the dormitory door, guilty of her actions in class earlier.

***

Mr Eugene had finally gotten home, he laid down exhausted from the day's work he could hardly do anything,  

Neither eat, he crashed on his bed, and suddenly sleep took him,

He was surprised, his room was suddenly dark,

 Everywhere looks scary to him, perhaps he was dreaming, but everything felt real,

 In the darkness dorcas was holding a red candle in her a hand, with ånger evident in her countenance.

"How did you get in.......".

Before he could say further, dorcas already rushed towards where he laid, strücking him with the br00m,

 Mr Eugene tried standing up, but to no avail, almost as if he was glued to the bed, dorcas keeps H!tt!ng him, each bl0w landed on his legs and body repeatedly,

Mr Eugene winced in some much påin.

"Who's the crying crocodile now?,"

 Dorcas retorted, the dream went on  approximately three hours, and before he knew what happened, he was awoken from his slumber in serious påin

His b0dy beared the brutal marks of his dream.