Chapter 12: Chapter 12

Ten

Bisola angrily knocked the door of the little box the Hostel called an office.

"Yes come in" was the lazy reply she got. She took a deep breath to calm herself down and slowly pushed the door open.

"Ah! It's you Bisola, how are you?" the chubby four corner shape headed agent smiled as he adjusted into a more professional sitting position.

"I'm fine" Bisola replied quickly.

"What brings you here today? Shouldn't you be in school or something?"

"Oga agent, what you're doing is not good o it's not fair o" Bisola replied, ignoring the man's question.

"Ahan, calm down, what's the matter? What have I done?"

She hissed silently. "it's been a week and two day that we've been calling to complain that the Suckaway in our hostel is faulty and you haven't done a thing about it"

"Me? I called the landlord, and he said he's sent someone to check it and the guy told him the Sewer was fine."

"It's a line, the Suckaway is faulty, come yourself and see how the female hostel stinks, it's even stinking to the street, Oga."

"That's not possible, are there any signs of leakage?"

"I don't know sir, I just know that the odor is unbearable and sickening, just come and see it for yourself, we're getting tired"

"Oya  let's go" he said and picked his phone up.

The office of the agent slash caretaker of the Executive female hostel was just about 10 minutes walk to the hostel itself, and has the agent stepped feet into the hostel, he scruntched his nose and spat out in disgust.

"Jesu Christi,  it's this bad? I'll have to call the landlord again, the guy he sent his incompetent. Everywhere smells like sin" he spat out again.

"I told you" Bisola managed to let out. She was too disgusted to speak.

"Let's go and check the Sewer out" he said and was about to move when he noticed a strange amount of flies hovering around the window of room 12. "Who stays in that room again?" he pointed to room 12.

Bisola frowned at his question, she was pissed that he wanted her to talk when she actually just wanted to puke the whole of her intestines out.

"It's Star David...that weird girl"

"Why did she leave her window open, with the smell and all? And can you see those big big houseflies coming in and out of her room?"

"Yeah, she probably has nose problem and is unable to perceive the terrible odor or maybe she's not at home, and as for the flies, maybe she's got dirty plates kept in there or something."

"No, I don't think so, something's up. I'm coming"

"Where are you going sir? Let's go and face the real problem, the Suckaway." Bisola angrily voiced out and followed the caretaker upstairs feeling fury take over her.

The smell became more intense and toxic as they both climed up stairs, and when they finally got to the front of Stars's door, Bisola knew she was going to vomit any minute and she was now certain that the smell originated from Star's room.

The caretaker held his breathe and silently prayed as he slowly pushed the door open.

Bisola raised her head up slowly and when she saw what she saw, everything in her intestine came rushing out.

The lifeless body of what looked like a girl laid on the floor.

MRS DAVIDS POINT OF VIEW

it's been a month since they found Star's half maggot eaten corpse, it's been a month since I've said a single thing and every single day I find myself seated at her grave. Her Death Note came along with the news and it breaks my heart so much that my daughter died thinking she wasn't loved or cared for, What breaks my heart most is the fact that she could've been kind of right, I mean, i must admit that some weeks go by without me thinking of Star, even months. But I guess I always thought she was a big girl and that she was fine, I didn't know my baby girl was going through hell in silence, my Star was dying and crying for our love, affection and attention and we just didn't want to see it cos we told ourselves "She'll be fine" I said hurtful things to her just before she died, i killed my Star! I loved Star, I loved her the Nigerian parents way, and maybe that was my mistake, maybe I should have done more, listened to her, place her head on my shoulder and told her everything was going to be okay, ask her to paint me something because I know she liked to paint as a little girl, I had the chance to do all this but i chose to ignore my baby girl and now she's gone, she gone. My Star is gone.

RUTH'S POINT OF VIEW

When Joslyn came with the video she took of Star and myself and asked if she could post it on the school blog, I told her to do it as long as she made Star look bad. That decision is going to hunt me for the rest of my life. It's been a month since the news of Star's death and since I got a copy of her note and my life has never been the same. I can't think, eat, speak or do a thing without seeing Star's smiling face. We made fun of her, took her for granted, played with her, used her, and even neglected her but she still smiled, she needed us, she wasn't getting love from her family so she came to us and instead of helping her,  we made things worse. And the day she decided to stand up to me because she was sick of being tossed aside, I gave someone the permission to ruin her life. I killer Star.  I'm a bad friend, I only called her when I needed her, truth be said, I would always notice her sitting alone and staring at the clouds with worries written all over her face but I also always told myself,  "She'll be fine". She wasn't fine, she needed to be loved and cared for but I just enjoyed having all the attention to myself. I killed Star, I killed Star.

The End.