HER LAST WISH Chapter 1

(Moremi)

Zeemah Writes 📝

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About the story

She had three wishes;

🌬️Being free of the hate charged towards her by standing up for herself.

🌬️Getting to kiss the hottest guy in school whom almost every girl had a crush on.

And her last wish☄️

🌬️Dating him,the hottest guy in school just like every other girl wanted but what happens when her last wish took a twist.

Of course she isn’t someone to have three wishes in which two of them centers around a ‘guy’ but as they say ‘there’s a reason behind every action’

Layla Moremi Williams is an African American who resides in Las Vegas, her father Michael Ajagun Williams is African,a Nigerian to be precise. While her mother Celine Marton Williams is an American.

Obvious to this fact,she was mocked by almost everyone who knew of it,she was always taunted and avoided in school for having a black father.
The mockery got so deep into her that it left her weak and timid.

“What happened?” Was the question on everyone’s lips when the weak-hearted Layla suddenly turned fierce and dauntless,ready to crush bones and rip hairs.

There’s more to the new Layla than everyone knows.
The reason behind those wishes is more than the eyes could even tell.

This is not just about her last wish,it is much moreeeeeee🙊

Story setting: Nigeria/Las Vegas.

This will be the first African American novel i’ve written and even though a night with him almost sucked out all my juices😩, i made sure to put in great effort in this novel to make it worthy of reading.
Trust my novels to always have lessons to learn at the end and this won’t be an exception.
And i know some of us are already excited to be having an African setting🤗

Let’s go on this journey guys,let’s explore💃😉
Are you as ready as i am?😚💜

Chapter 1

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“Snip-snip”…. Goes the sound of the scissors.

Layla’s hair fall to the floor chunk by chunk.
Her eyes were glued to the mirror,focused on her hair that’s been cut off by herself.

~Yeah,i got tired of my long hair.
~I think short hair is the trend now.
~I just want to know how short hair feels like for a while.
~It’s gonna grow back soon.

Those are the words she’s gonna say to the people who asks right?
Who’s even going to?
Does anyone even care about her?
They are going to mock her instead,but she doesn’t care anymore.
Gone are those days she cries whenever she was been mocked.
Gone are the days she hides by her desk to avoid been seen and taunted.
And gone are the days…

“Layla! What are you doing” She heard her aunt’s shrill voice.
“Cutting off my hair” She replied drily, knowing Philia,her late mother’s younger sister doesn’t even care what she does to herself.
Philia hates her like she hated her father.
And if it hadn’t been for the death of her mother and brother, Philia would never have taken her in.
Philia hated her like everyone else just because her father is black.

“Why are you cutting it?” Phila asked as she walked closer to Layla.
“Do you even care?” Layla asked slowly.
“Of course i do, i won’t allow you scare my customers away with your looks, you are ugly enough..and now cutting your hair.. Darn it! you should just say you’re tired of helping me in my coffee shop!” Philia said,with a raised voice, she actually wished Layla was indeed ugly.
Who would even believe Layla was the daughter of that ugly black man! Of course Layla had taken after her mother in looks,no one would ever know she has a black father until they are told.

Her fair skin,flawless even more than those whose both parents were whites, she was born with hazel eyes which were rare and her lips,pink and plump,her nose isn’t left out in the perfectness of her looks and her brown-golden hair that was long enough to her back was now being reduced to a bob which still stood fine on her head,it changed her look a bit.
Her height is perfect for her age and she only took after her father in body shape, she isn’t as skinny as most American teens, Layla has a great and admirable body and her boobs were even bigger than Philia’s which always made Philia mad all the time.

“I’m not going to scare your customers away and I’m not tired of helping you in your cafe” Layla said, already used to Philia’s hurtful words.
“You wouldn’t even dare stop helping me in my cafe except you’re ready to go meet your father poor relations in Africa to fend for you!” Philia said.
“And why always speaking of Africa like it’s the worst place in the world! Why always speaking of my father like he’s less human, why do you hate me so much just because my father is black! You were on bad terms with my Mum till she died just because she married an African,a Nigerian. Philia,do you always have to be this way? You always claim most Africans are inhumane..If there’s anything..you’re the one acting inhumane here” Layla said,with a look Philia has never seen before.

She stood there, shocked at Layla’s outburst.
Layla has always been mute and even cry at times, whenever her father or his relations was spoken ill of.

“So great to see you’re finally acting like the black! you are!” Philia said,not sounding as shocked as she felt.
“Ohh..really? If that’s truly how blacks speak up,then I’m so proud to be one” Layla smiled,now trimming the Bob she had made for herself.
She ignored Philia’s stabbing glare.
“I musn’t get to the shop before you!” Philia yelled before slamming Layla’s door.

Layla laughed,it felt so surprisingly good to have spoken up for the first time and seeing Philia look so upset was so satisfying…she really made the right decision but she wondered sadly if she would ever have made the decision to stand up for herself if it hadn’t been for what happened yesterday.
She shrugged sadly, having promised herself never to think about it.

She carefully and slowly trimmed the uneven edges of the Bob, she knew Philia isn’t gonna get to the shop before her because one of the men who do shag her is waiting in her room and they do spend hours at it.
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“Oh..well” Layla shook her head slowly, making her neatly cut Bob bounce.
She was a bit surprised to have done a good job, although she had always helped Bryan, her late younger brother trim his hair but she never thought she’d do so great at her own.

She rose to her feet and winced at the pain she felt in her leg.
“Gosh, that motherfucker” She swore angrily.
A guy who had come to get coffee had spilled a cup of hot coffee on her leg and had left without even turning to look at her or apologize.
The hot coffee had bruised her skin and it hurts so much that she now limps.
“I’m so gonna kill him whenever i see him” She said as she packed the chunks of hair on the floor.
She hadn’t even seen his face,just his hair which was brown and then a scar at the back of his neck.

She lit the fireplace in her room and then started burning the chunks of hair.

🔥🔥

She stood in front of her mirror after freshening up and getting into fresh wears.
Her short wet hair clung to her cheeks and she felt a bit sad to have cut her hair.
She’s missing her long wavy hair already but then it’s for the better.
Of course she wouldn’t have reduced her hair to a bob for no reason but for now, things are better left unsaid and even unthought.

She dried her hair with the dryer and then comb through it.
Anyone would think a professional had helped her with her hair.
Perhaps,she should go for a hair course in the future..she thought and laughed.

☕☕

Layla limped-walked into Philia’s coffee shop and headed to the counter.
She said hi to Aria, Philia’s only worker before dropping her bag.

Aria gasped…”You’ve cut your hair”
Layla nodded.
“Why?” Aria asked, she’s one of the few people who remained nice to Layla even after knowing her father is black.
“I..just wanted it” Layla shrugged.
“Ohh..it looks nice on you by the way” Aria said and Layla said ‘thank you’ with a smile.
She washed her hands to start helping, when she saw Philia walk out of her small office.

Darn it.
No dinner for her tonight.

“Phil, I’m sorry..i was..”
“I warned you Layla” Philia said, cutting her short.
Layla nodded and Philia walked away, smiling at customers and touring her shop like she normally do.

Layla groaned, blaming the man for not fucking Philia long enough or had Philia requested for a quickie?..

“Layla! Customers are waiting!!” Philia shouted and Layla set to work immediately.

⛅⛅

Her rumbling stomach woke her up the next morning.
She sat up on the bed and clutched her knees to her chest, staring at nothing in particular.
Her eyes were laced with tears,she missed her mum so much.
Her Mum would never have starved her to punish her.

Of course Philia hadn’t given her dinner yesternight.
And if she doesn’t get up quick enough to make breakfast before Philia wakes up,then there’ll be no breakfast for her before she leaves for school.

She threw her blanket roughly to a side like it was the cause of her problems and then carefully slid her feet into her footwear.
Her leg is still hurting,she hadn’t even applied anything to make it heal faster.

She walked to the kitchen and started making sandwich,she prepared her sandwich while the coffee was brewing.
And by the time she was done,the coffee was ready.
She doused it with cream and sugar, stirred it and then placed it in a tray beside her sandwich.

She quickly cleaned the kitchen and then picked up the tray and left to her room.

She sighed in relief when she got to her room safely without seeing Philia.
She gently dropped the tray on her bedside table and then grabbed a towel before heading into the bathroom.
Her heart do beat fast anytime she prepares for school because she knows she can’t escape being mocked through out a day but not anymore, she’s not going to allow that anymore.
~
She smiled as she stood under the shower, the tiny slash of water hitting her skin.
She had even wanted to stop going to school at some point but what kept her going was…

Dylan.

Her crush or rather,every female’s crush.
She always look forward to seeing him everyday, his handsome face had this way of making her heart flutter,she always wish he would just look at her with those striking eyes of his for once, sadly..he doesn’t even spare her a glance,it’s just like she doesn’t exist, even if they were not sitting too far from each other.
She wants him to notice her and she’s gonna make sure that happens today.

Of course he knows her, who doesn’t know Layla Moremi Williams, the only girl in Ocean high school who has a black father.
And almost everyone knew she had a crush on him and he knows too just like he knows other girls are crushing on him,yet he doesn’t glance her way.
Perhaps she’s the last girl he would ever consider having as a girlfriend.
Having as girlfriend?..Lol.
He wouldn’t even think of that, perhaps she’s the last girl he would ever consider glancing at.

And she has seen Dylan laugh severally whenever she’s being mocked, although he has never mocked her directly but she doesn’t even care if he laughs whenever she’s being mocked,she loves him and would do anything to make him look directly into her eyes,she would do anything to make him see she’s in love with him.
She isn’t gonna hide anymore, not when…

She sigh as she stepped out of the shower, she grabbed her pink towel,wrapped it around her body,removed the shower cap from her hair and walked back to her room.
She dried her body and started dressing up for school.
*✨
Her coffee was almost cold by the time she was done dressing up but she took it anyway.
She sat on her neatly spread bed, smartly dressed for school and started having her breakfast.
~🦋
She picked her backpack when she was done and walked out of her room with the tray in hand.
She dropped it in the kitchen sink and planned to sort it after she’s back from school.

She needs to get going now because she’s gonna be walking to school and she always like to cover a reasonable distance before time runs out.
Her school is damn far from the house.
Philia do give her transport fare of course but she saves the money and uses her legs instead.
And now…she now has a huge amount in her piggy bank.

She met Philia in the living room sorting dollar notes like she does every morning.

“Good morning Phil” Layla said.
“Morning Layla” Phil looked tired and Layla knew she was probably shagged all night.
Of course Phil isn’t doing it for money,she only enjoys doing it like she had told Layla.

“What?” Layla asked as Philia’s eyes scrutinized her.
“You look so ugly!” She scoffed before handing Layla some dollar notes.
“Thanks Phil” Layla said, ready to leave.
“Come” Phil stopped her and she turned to her.
“Have this” Phil handed her more dollar notes.
“You want me to get something for you?” Layla asked.
“No,just have it, use it to do whatever you want” Phil said and Layla stared at her, stunned.

“Take it and leave,your ugly face is scaring me” Philia groaned.
“Thank you so much Phil” Layla said,touched.
She took the money and then left for school after saying bye to Philia.

She thought about Phil’s sudden kind act as she ran to school, ignoring the sharp pain in her leg.

Zeemah
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Phew!
How was the start?😀

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