My inbox had suddenly become a house for people to complain and expect that I get justice for them. While it wasn't as complicated as I made it seem, I couldn't help but think of the implication. It would put me at a disadvantage of being a messiah helping everyone fight their battles and incurring enemies, while I was just a student like them. Refusing to fall for that, I decided to clear my inbox and pretend like my phone had been formatted. My grandfather had been calling for a few days but I was too busy to pick up because I had not tendered the assignment he gave me. I was also looking for the best opportunity to figure out how things were going to go and how I needed to get back to my best friend and kickstart our relationship. There was a strain which I needed to get rid of. My grandmother had found solace in knitting which she was selling on Etsy and shopify. It was a good idea because it generated money and also gave her peace which was most important to her. A message cau

I rushed through classes expecting to hear from the lady who had texted me over the weekend but received no text. Worry filled my heart instantly as I thought about the possible scenarios that could surround her sudden silence. One of the things that came to mind is the fact that she could be blackmailed or, worse, involved in a greater problem. "Mst. Jordan would you like to contribute to the topic?" My teacher said bringing my attention back to the present. I didn't want to act based on how I felt, such as reaching out to the girl again, especially after I knew that it could be a prank. "You were speaking about the transfer of shares between co-partners. I think it is a good idea especially now that loyalty has become a scarce commodity." I diverted the conversation to a more engaging mode. Some students were already sleeping because of how boring the teaching was but I didn't want to discourage myself from listening nonetheless. "So you are one of the people who could take suc

"Why did you do this?!" Emily yelled, pointing at me, catching me off guard. This was entirely strange to me because I never expected her to behave this way. I raised my eyebrow in surprise, trying to understand if I had made a mistake somewhere. "Emily, what are you talking about?" I demanded from her when she continued pointing at me and crying. Like an invitation, people started pouring out and rallying beside her. "I've always known that he is nothing to write home about. His fake activism was to hide the fact that he is such a wicked fellow, and everyone needs to know that right now." Some of my classmates whispered between themselves and I was still a little bit confused. "What is going on Emily? Why the hell is everyone gathered here and not talking about the culprit in front of you?" "He held my shirt and tried to tear it open. If not for Mikky, who came in right on time to save me from his hand, I would have been wasted. I do not know what I have ever done to warrant such

"Mr- Mr. Langston, I didn't know that you were coming around today." Miss Rose said in a perplexed tone. Her fakeness could never be matched. It wasn't my business whether or not she was expecting my grandfather to show up. My grandfather, on the other hand, didn't look like he was here for peace. "I asked a simple question, Miss Rose. Why have you taken it upon yourself to stress a boy who has never done anything to you besides just fighting for Mr Braxton's right? How has this been proven for you to brandish him as a rapist? How much were you given to carry out this without flinching or any conscience?" He went on to ask. "I-I didn't mean it that way, sir. I just wanted a bit of Justice just like he has always been an activist for. I believe that everyone deserves a fair chance at getting Justice. Emily is a less privileged student and if things like this are swept under the carpet, then there is no hope for her kind. I'm sorry if this looks like I am trying to blame an Innocent.

Since things had gone awry at school. It was up to me to decide what I wanted to do. I decided that I would no longer interfere in issues that didn't concern me no matter how much I was begged to.Secondly, I would retain my privacy and watch other people run after finding solutions while I enjoyed everything bequeathed to me. Thirdly I would also look for ways to pull more weight into the company instead of running around with fellow high school students seeking Justice that they didn't truly want. It was going to save me time and energy, and I would have a lot more to do with my life instead of just waiting and hoping that things were done for me. A knock resounded on my door and I rolled my eyes. This was probably my grandmother coming to talk to me about how I shouldn't be angry with my grandfather or simply because he turned my life around. While she was telling the truth, I still felt like he needed to hear my side of the story and not just stump into conclusions because of hi