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In a shocking denouement, the principal is sentenced to twenty years in prison, while the school is closed for good. The consequences of their actions have plunged the principal and the school into an irreparable decline. As for the three girls involved, they face severe and bitter penalties that will mark their futures forever. This final chapter reveals the true costs of their choices and highlights the devastating consequences of their actions.
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Pierre SOKENOU
HIGH SCHOOL PROSTITUTES
(Volume 3)
Roman
CHAPTER 1: MY NEW RELATIONSHIP WITH ISMAEL
I left the room with a heavy heart. When I got to the door, I didn’t know where to put my head. It hurt too much. And it’s always like that! Athief who gives up stealing can’t stand anyone else stealing. I’m not perfect, and I knew that. But life’s trials and tribulations forced me to change my behavior in order to put a smile on my face. I suffer morally. Even physically, I suffer. My suffering was everywhere. I had to go very far or risk committing a sin. And if I ever dared to commit another final sin, the burden of my sins would weigh on me even more.
I sat down by the side of the room. Deep inside me, my heart was burning. Yes, I could feel my heart on fire. It hurt like hell. Ismael was, after all, my brother. Yes, he wasn’t an intruder. It’s true that I’d done wrong by sleeping with him. But remember that some sinners always end up regretting their actions. Not everyone does. Some do until they die.
On the other hand, there are those who, when they fall seriously ill, realize that there really is a God who hates sin.
So, if Ishmael is indeed my brother, why should I keep this secret to myself? I have to tell him, but I still think telling him means ending his relationship with his girlfriend, who’s sleeping with someone else. And if she gets angry with me because I’ve told on her, her anger can make my life a lot more complicated.
Sitting alone, I asked myself a thousand and one questions. The girl, it seemed, hadn’t seen me come in, which was why she’d continued
fucking the young man. I was sitting there thinking about what to do when Ismael phoned me. I grabbed the phone and picked it up.
- Yes, Sister, how are you? And how are you feeling?
-I’m still not well. Where are you, I’d like to see you.
-I’ve just left my make-up session.
-What’s a make-up session?
- I went to compose and I missed some averages in a few faculties to validate the year and that’s what I went to catch up on.
Whichmeant that Ismael’s little girl had an idea of my brother’s program before inviting her pointer home.
- Okay, no worries. So, see you in a couple of hours?
-A couple of hours? Yes, it’s possible! So, you’re with Leoncia?
-Leoncia just left me; she’s probably going to buy in the house next door.
-Oh, right! I’ll come over later.
And I hung up the call to continue thinking about my life. Leoncia’s story didn’t worry me too much because I had my own problem that made me sad; the case of losing my periods.I’d lost them and I’m not stupid enough to ignore the fact that I had a baby in my belly. If so, who would I give it to? Ismael? To Damien, or to his brother who’s no longer with us? I could have already been pregnant before my last sexual encounter with Justin. So it could happen that he wasn’t the author. And if it were to happen that I’d stolen the pregnancy from him, would I go and wake him from his grave to
tell him so? I think I’d be carrying the world’s problems. What else can a woman do with a fatherless pregnancy? Still, I don’t do anything in my working life. I’m a poor pupil and very early on I tasted the fruit forbidden to Adam and Eve, and here I am, faced with the shortages of life. It’s not for nothing that women have abortions when they get pregnant and don’t know who to hang fatherhood on. But what they don’t know is that most of these children go on to become great personalities. Take the case of one of Côte d’Ivoire’s famous artists, whose identity I’d rather not reveal. Imagine if his mother aborted her pregnancy, how much she would sin against the whole world, because there isn’t a single person who doesn’t like this artist’s music, even though he’s talking nonsense. That’s why, before aborting a pregnancy, you have to ask yourself a thousand questions.
***
It was six o’clock when Ismael arrived. Before he arrived, his rival had already left an hour earlier. The room disgusted me and I didn’t want to live there anymore.
-Why are you alone in the courtyard? Is it because you’re still sad?" Ismael asked.
-No, I need the fresh air; that’s why I’m out here.
- Okay, where did Leoncia go?
-She was here, but I don’t know when she left.
-Didn’t she ask your permission?
-Ismael, this side doesn’t concern me. Don’t forget that if she has to ask permission from anyone, it should be you.
-She wouldn’t! Since you’re together, she has to tell you where she’s going.
-Okay, okay, that’s it! Now, let’s leave Leoncia and talk about me. So, I want to get out of here.
- What?" exclaimed Ismael.
- Yes, I don’t want to stay here much longer.
- What did she do to you?
- Who did? Leoncia?
- Yes, what did she do to you?
-She didn’t do anything to me!
- Yes, she did.
-Seriously, she didn’t do anything to me.
- Cathy, I can swear she did something to you that you wouldn’t tell me about for fear I’d scold her.
Ismael knew something about the woman he thought was his girlfriend.
- Please, Ismael, help me leave here, I beg you.
- Listen to me, Cathy, helping you leave here is no problem. The problem is that I won’thelp you leave unless you tell me why you want to leave.
-Ismael, you’re my brother and the only parent I have right now. I have a mother who never asks about me. I’ve got a lot to tell you,
believe me. I know you’ll be able to help me get through this.So, for God’s sake, drop your curiosity and please help me leave this house.
Ismael, looking me straight in the eye, finally whispered: "All right, I’ll help you leave this house, but only within the week, because I need to do some research. This time, I won’t take you to anyone. I’ll rent you bait. But you have to promise me one thing.
At this, Ismael fell silent and didn’t say another word. Instead, he watched me, hoping I’d ask him something.
-Yes, what is this thing you’d like me to promise you?" I asked.
- Promise me that everything that happened will never happen again.
Ah yes, this guy was right to ask me such a question. I couldn’t let everything happen to me and still be the same.
- I promise, but only on one condition," I answered in a sad voice.
- And that was?
I got up from the stool on which I’d been sitting and approached him.
- Ismael, I love you and you know it. Every time I remember that night we had sex, my heart hurts too much because it was a great sacrilege we committed that day. When I think back on it, I feel guilty because if I hadn’t confirmed your request to be friends on Facebook, we wouldn’t have made it this far. Now that I’ve admitted I was wrong, I don’t want it to happen again. I’m very happy with who you’ve become towards me.I can only imagine what my life would have been like if you had detached yourself from
me, just like your mother and everyone else. But I’ve finally realized that nothing in life is random. Maybe it’s because my destiny knew that this situation was going to happen to me one day, which is why it set up this plan of abomination between you and me, otherwise you’d let me down too. But I thank you so much for everything you do for me. Help me to have a smile on my face and joy in my heart, and I promise I’ll make you happy. Please believe me! Do what you can without expecting a return. Give me joy in your heart and I promise you won’t regret rescuing me. I know you can do it. In you I read all the hope of my life. Don’t let me down and don’t let me down either.
I was talking to Ismael without realizing how much I was crying. Yes, I was crying involuntary tears all the time. It was only when my interlocutor consoled me by saying: "Stop crying, I’m here for you" that I caught myself in tears.
-I’ll help you without expecting anything in return, just as you’ve asked. I’ll do anything for you, believe me," Ismael told me.
***
Six days later.
At last, after interview after interview, promise after promise, Ismael got rid of me. He rented me a beautiful room consisting of a living room and a bedroom with a backyard. The room was a thousand times nicer than Léoncia’s. It was decorated with a beautiful mosaic. It was decorated with a beautiful varnish.
As generous as Ismael was to me, he had made me some provisions. He took me a small bag of fragrant rice; a few kilograms of corn; a
cooking gas. He then gave me two ten-thousand-franc bills to buy other food products that would be very useful to me.
I couldn’t wonder where Ismael got all this money from, because I know hisfather is rich. It’s not for everyone to have three big cars of the same make: VENZA. And apart from these three different-colored cars of the same make, the gentleman also had two others that cost around fifteen million CFA francs. Or do you think that anyone can buy two big motorcycles for their son because he’s considered the sole heir of the family? Understand what I mean by that.
Papa Ismael is a rich man. Despite his fortune, he continues to look for more money, forgetting that one day he’ll die andleave everything behind. Yes, he’s a man who loves money. He never wastes it because he has enough money. Although he has a big cupboard full of money, he never likes to waste it; never.
Ismael, in just a few days, had given me joy in my heart. My heart continued to ache, but every time I remember Ismael, I gently say to myself: "There’s still hope".
And that’s it! We must never lose hope. People have lived through the worst in this life, but from one day to the next, they were victorious. It’s true that it’s not often easy to overcome trials when they come all at once. I’d like to take this opportunity to tell you the story of a young father who was dismissed from his department for doing nothing. At the same time, his wife was pregnant and almost full term. How could he cope with such a difficult situation? He didn’t know what to do. When the day came for his wife to give birth, who could imagine what fate had in store for him? His wife had lost her life in childbirth. And not only his wife, but the child
who was about to be born had also lost his life. It was all happening on a Sunday evening, on New Year’s Eve. Imagine the pain. While the others were rejoicing because they were going to eat and drink almost everything, he was locked in his room, mourning his wife whom he loved with all his heart.
This man could have killed himself! But no, he held his head high and promised himself hope and endurance. Yes, those who want to live a long life must arm themselves with these two elements. Don’t ever think you’rSome people livee living through the worst, ever. through twice as much. Always smile and pray to the Lord. Ask your Lord to forgive your sins. He is omnipresent and hears your cries; he also sees your tears. He will never abandon you, no matter how great your sin. All you have to do is acknowledge your wrongdoing and he will forgive you.
***
It was evening and I was in my new house; the one rented to me by Ismael. I have roommates. There are six of us in the house. We were in the heat of the year and that evening, when Ismael came to visit me, he brought me a brand new fan. It was a control fan. Which meant that even from a distance, I could set the air-distilling device in motion. I was so happy with this gentleman. Yes, he cherished me as a good husband should cherish his wife. I served the meal and put it on the edge of the mat.
-Don’t worry, I’ve already ordered the furniture and it won’t be long before it’s ready," he promised.
Ah yes, this gentleman would be a good househusband.
- Thank you, brother.
-You’re very welcome. This is just the beginning of the beginning. I want to change your life because you’re my sister. I want the day your aunt sees you, she’ll regret kicking you out without looking for another way to resolve the situation. Butbefore that, you’ve got to tell me what you’re not telling me about Leoncia.
What story is that again?
