TASHA

#_TASHA The spoilt girl ( Who can change her ) Setting: Nigerian English Epic. ÊPÍSØDÉ 1 Buildings in EMMA Estate did not have perimeter walls made of concrete like the ones in many of the residential areas in the city. And because of the high boundary walls that surrounded the entire community, the residents did not feel the need to furthermore secure their establishments with more borders. A few had low fences made out of beautifully wrought made iron and painted in all sort of wonderful colors. The house looked like a two-storey building in the outside while on the inside, it is actually splitting into two levels. Some stairs led upwards and the other set to the far right leading downstairs. The space in the foyer alone could house all the residents in that estate and would still have more space. Tasha looked up, she looked at across the room yawning loudly, using her palm to cover her mouth. It was almost a quarter past eight which was the earliest she had ever woken up on a weekend. Her throat felt dry; she had left the air conditioning on all night and she could feel cold coming in. She picked up the remote controller for the air conditioner and changed the MODE from COOL to FAN. Then she threw the duvet to one side and slid out of bed still holding the remote controller as she walked towards the thick heavy curtains and parted them slightly. A blinding ray of sun light burst through the open gap. Tasha squinted, at least the sun was out and looked like it would stay out all day. She was happy for two reason. Her examinations had gone very well and she's quite sure she isn't carrying over beside she knows she had done so well being her favorite subjects. Her second reason was, what was actually making her feel like she had butterflies in her belly. Sam would be taking her out tomorrow since he just returned home from abroad and she was looking forward to it. She had a deep crush on Sam and having him ask her out was more like her first date though it wasn't. His father who was an executive producer in a big movie record label in USA and had returned to Nigeria for a film production, making him buy the most beautiful houses in the third estate away from hers. What swayed her even more had been the skills he demonstrated in the Basketball Court and because of him, she had come to like Basketball. Sam however seemed not to notice her the very first day she saw him at the basketball court. He only spoke a few words of apology to her when the basketball had rolled to her feet and he asked her to kindly throw it back. The sound of his deep voice and accent had sent quivering shivers down her spine, so she had gingerly picked the ball, walked over to him and handed it over. His response made her feel like she was floating. Anytime she saw him, even from a distance, she'll feel a rush of nervousness and excitement. Then she spotted him online and from there, they became friends till he asked her out. She looked at her room. it was a posh room. She always admired the layout of her bedroom, the design and patterns on the bookshelves matching with the workstation and the bed. The large comfy color in a corner of her bedroom where she have to sit and read with her wardrobe built into the wall. Tasha picked a remote controller and pointed it at the wall on the opposite side; a wide screened TV came on. "Mary, Mary!", she thundered in her loud voice and was quite surprised to listen to the silence as a response which angered her more than ever. If she should decide on punishing her, everyone would conclude that she's overreacting. "Mary!" she barked. The door opened and Mary rushed in, kneeling down, shaking like someone who just finished bathing with an icy water. The sight of her irritated Tasha a lot. "Ma'am, I'm sorry, I was clearing Miss Bella's clothes as the other maid had gone to get some stuff.", She ended. A thunderous slap descended on her face. The slap was so hard that Mary felt her lower teeth pull off. "How dare you tell me arrant bullshit as an excuse? You bluntly connived me because you were clearing my sister's clothes or what did I hear you say, you poor wretched girl?", Tasha said harshly, slapping her again. " I'm sorry, I'm sorry.", Mary said as hot tears were streaming down her face as she held her cheek tight. "If I should listen to any more apologetic phrases from you, I'm gonna give your corpse to the vultures to feast on. Imagine such nonsense! You're supposed to be happy I gave you a local cheap name when some are willing to pay me just to call their names and it's even a posh name better like your stupid local name!", Tasha yelled dragging her hair tight as she could and luckily enough for Mary, it was one local hair called KO KO made with rubber as she was dragging it, thinking it was the best option to punish her. Besides, it was newly plaited so she's sure the pain hasn't been relieved yet. While Tasha dragged her hair with force, Mary was crawling on the floor begging as the pain mounting on her head was unbearable. "Never in your life ignore me! You made me waste my energy just by calling your name which I'd told you severally that before I call your name, you should come quickly but instead you have made me call your name once and twice!", Tasha yelled, hitting her very hard then she saw the iron lying on the table maybe burning her skin would be better. She held Mary tightly with one of her hand as she plugged the iron. Mary saw this and screamed for help with Tasha slapping her more to keep quiet. When the iron was hot enough, Tasha smiled wickedly bringing the iron closer, then the door flung open. Bella her sister came in just in time. To be continued...