Adventures of a Street Girl – Season 1 Episode 3
Uhhhh .your house? I looked up at him trying
to make sure what I heard was exactly what
he said. I mean what I will be going to his
house to do. A man for that matter, I cant
defend myself, I’m just a girl, I can’t go to his
‘’Yep.My house’’. said Michael
Ok then, I heard right, this is not good, this is
not good at all ‘’Cant you just drop me off at
a hospital, isn’t that better’’?
Sorry I can’t,I said I wanted to help and I will
help by taking care of you myself.
With every step we took the pain in my leg
got worse. He saw me sq££ze my face and I
know he was worried because of the frown
that marred his face.
Ill get you home in no time “he said”.
Then his pace increased. I gave out one pathetic
sigh that didn’t faze him at all,there’s no
shaking this guy. wait, he said home like its
Our home. Why did he say it like that. Hm
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15 minutes later:
We arrived at his house and let me tell you
his house is massive.. its huge to the core.
Wow, this “wall” is rich, he’s really rich. I’m getting help from a rich man. I began to smile
and each time I thought of how lucky I was,
my smile would increase. hehe his rich.
Michael looked at me, “you’re smiling, why?”
My mind was on how I would soak myself in
a hot bath tub and stay there for the rest of
my life without the water ever getting cold, I
didn’t hear him ask me the question.
He called my name “Fola?”
I didn’t hear him, I kept smiling
He called my name again “Fola?”
Still didn’t hear him, then…FOLA!
What the….. I glared at him. What? Which
was Said with a little snap in it even if I
didn’t mean to. But I mean he just scared the
little courage I had away from me.
Been calling your name, what, are suddenly
Still glaring at him I asked ” Is that why you
had to shout my name”? I’m sure your whole
neighbors heard you; they’ll be wondering
why the ” wall” is shouting a girl’s name so late at night.
Michael looked at me like I looked like bugs
bunny in looney tunes with the bunny ears
and nose and everything.
It’s not late it’s just 8pm, and “the wall?”.
Still glaring at him i said, “yes the wall”.
That’s your special name.
Little one, my name is Michael not the wall.
At this very moment I swear my hands were
itching to scratch his face off… he just called
me little one, sure I’m a bit small for a 21
year old girl but that doesn’t mean I’m little?
This is unacceptable.
Yo! Don’t call me little one..
His lips twitched at the side, then don’t call
me ‘the wall’.
I rolled my eyes then I rolled it back at him, I
call you the wall because you are as hard as
a wall. Remember I fell and injured myself
because I ran into you, hence the wall.
He flat out smiled, would you have preferred
running into a car? That would that have
been better right?
More glaring from me, but as usual it had no
effect on him he just kept smiling.
All this while that we were conversing, we
were standing in front of his house by the
gate and I suddenly remembered that I was
really cold, so I held him tighter and tried to
get as close as I could, he was really warm,
and I needed warmth.
He noticed it, me shaking because of the
cold, held me with one arm, no joke, one arm.
Used the other arm to knock on his gate and
still held me with that same one arm.
My oh my, this guy is strong, probably should
change his name to superman. Yes that will
be his new name ”superman”. And seeing as he still thinks his name is the wall, I had
better let him know he has a new name now,
so I got right to it, telling him his new name
Your name is no longer the ”wall”. That came out as a whisper and a bit shaken seeing as I
was shivering from the cold.
He looked at me and asked “what did you
I repeated what I said. “I said your name is
no longer ”wall”, its superman”.
“That’s the second name you’ve given me
today”. Said superman.
I gave him a wide smile with all my teeth
showing and everything, ” I know”.
We heard footsteps coming from his gate,
knowing it was one of his people; we both
waited patiently for the gate to be opened,
during this moment of silence I decided to
busy myself by checking him out, what? I was
bored. Anyway I looked at him, well, more like
stared at him not really sure if he noticed me
but I think he did because his lips started
doing that twitching thing again, I ignored it
and kept right on looking, he had a chiseled
face, straight nose, a bit dark on the skin
with full eyebrows, while I on the other hand,
I’m petite ,short hair, scanty eyebrows but I’m
also dark on the skin just like him.
NEW STORY : Adventures of a Street Girl – Season 1 Episode 3
The gate started to rattle meaning someone
was about to open it, so I looked expectantly
at the gate, waiting for it to open and it did.
A younger version of superman was revealed
and he was cute too, same bushy eyebrows
straight nose but he was light on the skin,
like me. He looked about 18 years old.
Superman took us in not caring about the
look of confusing on the younger version of
himself, he took us to the house and let me
tell you his compound is quite huge, with
cars everywhere, beautiful flowers and a big
tree at the side, I was awed. We got to the
door of his house and it immediately opened,
a slender grim looking old man with beards
all over his face opened the door. He had a
straight face, didn’t smile at all even when he
greeted superman, and he called him sir.
I looked at superman, turned my eyes back at
the grim looking old man, looked back at
superman then the old man, then back at
superman. Finally I asked, ’’are you rich?’’.
Superman bent his neck to look at me and
answered, ‘’what do you think’’.
I muttered to myself, you’re rich. i’m a really stupid girl,
the house and everything already tells me
he’s rich. whu did i ask that question. shoot!
We entered the house and immediately my
mouth fell wide open. This is the coolest,
neatest house I ever seen. The corridor had a
chandelier hanging from the wall, artistic
images hanging on the side walls, marbled
floors and they were black and white
marbles.wow he is not only rich, he is super
rich. Which means he is dangerous, because
he didn’t just get rich like that, he must have
done something to become very rich, maybe
he is in the mob or an armed robber or a
blackmailer oh my god!, maybe he’s an
assassin, assassins are rich. Oh my god!
I need to get out of this house. i bent my body
a little bit to look behind him, at the door,
and I noticed the door had some kind of
security thing so if I was to escape the whole
house will know. And I don’t think I’ll be able
to run fast because of my bad leg, I’m toast…