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Davina Ajayi
24th December 2009
8:00pm
Anna had returned back to Italy this morning and she let me know that she was grateful for my help and that her plan worked out really well. She was no longer going to be forced into a marriage with some weird man and she could return back to her normal life, just not in England. I still needed to find a way to hide this money from my parents before they found it otherwise I'd be in some serious mess up. 
It had been 4 days since my date with Carter and our kiss was still in my mind. We'd been on the phone since the early hours of the morning up until the afternoon when his dad came into the room and ruined things. His dad said that he should stop thinking about girls and think about working hard at school so that he doesn't put a bad name on their family and everything they've done. That man is not good vibes at all. 
I can't stop thinking about him since he's always on my mind and his beautiful face is stuck in my head.
It was Christmas Eve today which meant that my family had to attend the annual church service. My mum had this tradition of making us wear matching outfits to church on special occasions like new years, Christmas Eve etc. This year she was making us wear red and black, so she bought me and Nellie a red long sleeve bodycon dress, black tights and a pair of black flat shoes. I'd probably end up swapping the shoes for a pair of converses or something similar because them flat shoes were not the vibe at all. Israel and Emmanuel had to wear a red Ralph Lauren polo shirt, black jeans and their black airforce 1s. I can't even lie we all looked good. 
The journey to church was stressful. Mum was panicking and rushing everyone out of the house because she thought we were going to be late and miss the service, Dad couldn't find his sacred ear piece and wouldn't leave the house without it, and Nellie couldn't find her charger or Vaseline tub. Israel and Emmanuel weren't bothered and seemed to be the only people who didn't have something to stress about. Must be nice. After about half an hour or so of frantically running around the house, we'd finally left the house and were in the car and on the way to church. 
Mum had the radio on full blast playing gospel music and Dad had his ear piece glued to his ear as he drove the car. I don't know why but I think it was a universal thing for all African dads to have an earpiece and use it to shout at people over the phone. Or was it just mines who done that? For the whole of the journey my dad was speaking to my uncle back home in Nigeria and this man was shouting so loudly, he even got louder than the radio at some point.
"Dad! Why are you shouting so loud? Everyone can hear you!" Israel tutted and leaned his head against the cold, steamy window 
"Ah? The only one shouting here is you. Who is shouting?" Dad rudely kissed his teeth and continued to prove his point by shouting yet again
We all shook our heads in unison and lightly chuckled. When we arrived at church we greeted everyone before making way to our seats at the front. We always sat at front whenever we came to church. 
We was half way through the service and a choir performance when my phone abruptly rang, catching me by surprise. As much as I wanted to speak to Carter I couldn't just run out in the middle of service otherwise I knew I would have to deal with the brunt of my parents when we'd gotten back home. I simply decided to decline and made a mental reminder to call back once I was somewhere quieter. 
"Your little boyfriend?" Israel asked with an eyebrow raised 
I rolled my eyes and switched my phone off before placing in the pocket of my leather jacket. 
"No. Nothing like that."
"So why'd you smile when you saw his name? Hm." He quickly retorted and shook his head 
Did I?
"Whatever."
Hours passed and it was just after 1am when service ended, lord knows I was knackered to the core! My mum had announced that she was ready to leave and we were getting ready to file out of the building until she got stopped by one Aunty who was bursting to start a conversation with my mum. I took the opportunity to quickly run to the toilet and call Carter back since I didn't wanna leave him hanging or give him the impression that I was ignoring him. I locked the door behind me and held my little blackberry close to my ear so that I could hear well amongst the loud hubbub coming from outside. The phone rang 4 times before it eventually went to voicemail so I rang again and to my dismay I was met with the same response. Hm. Maybe he didn't see the call?
I quickly shoved my phone into the pocket of my jacket and made my way into the lobby where I caught up with Israel, Emmanuel and Nellie who were just leaving the building. Our mum was sitting in the front seat with her phone pushed right up Infront of her face. She does this alllll the time yet she says it's me who's always in my phone.
"Everyone ready? My dad asked as he hopped into the drivers seat with his earpiece connected again 
After a few faint 'hmms' and 'yeahs' my dad pulled off and we were back on our way home.
After having a very long shower session I jumped into one of those fuzzy onesies and slapped on a pair of black fluffy socks. Nellie was fast asleep in bed snoring the night away, and Israel and Emmanuel were in their room screaming their heads off on their game console. Just as I was about to lift up my covers I heard a ping from underneath my pillow. Hoping it was Carter, a grin grew on my face and I quickly reached under my pillow and grabbed my phone before switching it on. 
1 new text message 
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There I was grinning like a Cheshire Cat with my smile reaching both of my ears only to be met with a text from one of my cousins, Dami, back home in Nigeria. My smile instantly dropped and I placed the phone back under my pillow, following with a short kiss of the teeth afterwards.
Oh for crying out loud.