AMHHS—CHAPTER 2. Far From Done - by Yahweh's Delight ✨❤️‍🔥

‎‎After Bisola and I left our classroom, we headed to the school cafeteria to meet up with our friends.‎The cafeteria was unusually full today. Long tables and chairs were arranged in neat rows, and today's Wednesday menu—beans and bread—was already being served.‎"Sola!"‎Our gazes shifted to the owner of the voice.‎Adaeze.‎The Class President of SS1 Art.‎A sweet soul... or at least that's what everyone thought. She always wore a warm smile, but she wasn't fooling me. I'd seen the way she treated her classmates and juniors, ordering them around as if they were beneath her.‎A master manipulator.‎I'll give her that.‎Seated beside her was her best friend, Joy.‎Joy was cheerful—almost too cheerful. She literally glowed wherever she went. Maybe it was her personality...‎Or maybe it was just the amount of Vaseline she rubbed on her skin.‎Kuti sat beside her boyfriend, Matthew. She waved at me, and I returned the gesture with a smile.‎I did everything in my power to avoid meeting Felix's eyes.‎Everybody loved Felix.‎And I mean everybody.‎Especially the girls.‎From the rumours I'd heard when I first arrived, he was the school's biggest player. Apparently, he'd dated—or slept with—more girls than anyone could count.‎At first, I was shocked.‎This was supposed to be a Catholic mission school.‎But after only a few days, I understood.‎The whole "holy school" image was nothing more than a cover.‎Nobody cared if they were making out beneath the Virgin Mary's statue in the hallway.‎The only time everyone suddenly remembered they were students of a mission school was when a lookout announced that a teacher was coming.‎Has Felix ever asked me out?‎Yes.‎Did I accept?‎No.‎Did that stop him from trying?‎Not even close.‎He kept throwing glances my way, acting like the perfect boyfriend straight out of a Wattpad novel.‎Personally...‎I found it pathetic.‎After collecting our food, Bisola and I joined the others.‎I deliberately sat between Sola and Kuti, ignoring the empty seat Felix kept tapping for me.‎A few minutes into our meal, the ringing of the school bell echoed through the cafeteria.‎The sound made my heart skip.‎Flashbacks of how it all started rushed through my mind.‎It had all begun during the early morning mass.‎At exactly 3:00 a.m., the bell rang, signalling the start of the service.‎Our hostel prefect woke everyone up, and within minutes, girls were climbing down from their bunks and rushing to get ready.‎Being late meant missing breakfast—and earning a punishment on top of that.‎I jumped down from the top bunk and joined Sola as we headed for the bathroom.‎While we waited for our turn, a commotion suddenly broke out inside.‎"Beat her! She no dey hear word!"‎Rosay.‎Our hostel's resident "ghetto girl."‎People avoided provoking Rosay because she came from one of the rougher parts of Lagos, and she wasn't afraid of a fight.‎Still...‎She could be surprisingly sweet when she wanted to be.‎"Leave me alone! I didn't do anything!" another girl's voice cried from inside.‎Sola nudged me.‎"I have a feeling I know what this is about."‎I looked at her curiously.‎She grinned.‎"Whoever guesses correctly gets half of the other person's breakfast."‎I laughed.‎"Deal."‎"Three..."‎"Two..."‎"One..."‎"Go!"‎"Felix," Sola answered immediately.‎"Bucket of water," I said at the same time.‎She burst into laughter.‎"How can they be fighting over a bucket of water?"‎She laughed so hard she had to hold her stomach.‎"Oya, let's go and see."‎I laughed too, though secretly I hoped I was right.‎Not because I hated sharing...‎I just hated losing.‎"I fetched water and kept it beside my bunk. You used it last night. You didn't think you would refill it before morning?"‎The angry voice belonged to Chidinma.‎I turned to Bisola with a satisfied smile.‎"Told you."‎She rolled her eyes.‎"Doesn't mean I'm sharing my food with you."‎We both laughed as we carried our buckets outside to fill them.*****The church was unusually quiet.‎The only sounds were the priest's steady voice and the occasional rustle of pages as students flipped through their prayer books.‎Then—‎The church bell rang.‎Once.‎Everyone looked up in confusion.‎The priest paused briefly before continuing the prayer.‎A male teacher hurried outside to check who was bold enough to ring the bell in the middle of Mass.‎A few moments later, he returned.‎Something about him had changed.‎He walked back to his seat without saying a word, then gave the other teachers a slight shake of his head.‎Whatever he'd seen...‎It wasn't good.‎The priest continued praying, trying to ignore the interruption.‎Just as he was about to conclude, the bell rang again.‎Whispers spread across the church.‎The bell wasn't supposed to ring until Mass was over.‎"What's going on?" Sola whispered from beside me.‎I opened one eye and glanced at her.‎She was already looking at me with one eye open too.‎I couldn't help smiling.‎"How am I supposed to know?" I whispered back. "Aren't you sitting in the same church as I am?"‎She let out a quiet chuckle before lowering her head again.‎Then...‎The bell started ringing continuously.‎Louder.‎Faster.‎The priest stopped praying altogether and stepped away from the altar.‎Our principal walked over to the male teacher who had gone outside earlier.‎They whispered urgently among themselves.‎I glanced at my wristwatch.‎3:59 a.m.‎The second hand moved.‎4:00 a.m.‎A violent coughing fit shattered the silence.‎Everyone turned toward the front pews.‎The male teacher doubled over, clutching his throat as if he couldn't breathe.‎His face began turning red.‎Teachers rushed to his side while panicked whispers swept through the church.‎"Call the school nurse!"‎"You all should return to your hostels and get ready for classes."‎The principal's voice echoed through the microphone.‎"There's nothing to worry about."‎Nothing to worry about?‎The words felt hollow.‎Still, most students obeyed and began filing out of the church. Others lingered, whispering among themselves, too curious—or too frightened—to leave.‎Sola and I exchanged a glance before joining the crowd.‎We had barely reached the church entrance when someone screamed.‎A girl collapsed onto the floor.‎Her entire body began to convulse violently.‎Teachers rushed toward her, but before anyone could reach her...‎She slowly lifted off the ground.‎Gasps rippled through the church.‎Students near the entrance bolted outside, while the rest of us stumbled backwards in horror.‎Nobody moved.‎Nobody breathed.‎Her body twisted.‎First her ankle.‎A sickening crack echoed through the church.‎Then her leg.‎Another crack.‎Her waist bent at an impossible angle.‎She screamed.‎A scream so raw it sent chills racing down my spine.‎One by one, every part of her body twisted unnaturally until only her head remained upright.‎Then...‎With one final snap—‎Her head tore away from her body.‎Blood sprayed across the uniforms of the students closest to her.‎For a heartbeat...‎Nobody reacted.‎Then chaos erupted.‎Students shoved one another in a desperate attempt to escape.‎Some jumped over the pews.‎Others tripped over fallen hymn books.‎The church, once filled with prayers, was now filled with screams.‎I couldn't bring myself to look away.‎Something about the girl's face...‎It felt familiar.‎Then it hit me.‎"Oh..."‎My voice came out as little more than a whisper.‎"It's Chidinma."‎My stomach dropped.‎Only a few hours ago, she'd been arguing over a bucket of water.‎Now...‎She was dead.‎"IJ!"‎Sola grabbed my wrist.‎"How can you still look at that? Let's go!"‎Her voice trembled.‎She never once looked back at Chidinma's body.‎I nodded numbly and allowed her to pull me through the church doors.‎Outside, students huddled together in frightened groups.‎Some cried openly.‎Others stood in complete silence, staring at nothing.‎No one knew what to say anymore.‎Later that afternoon, the entire school gathered for an emergency assembly.‎The principal stood on the podium, his expression calm despite everything that had happened.‎"We regret to inform you that Chidinma's body has been returned to her family," he announced.‎"Our staff have visited her parents to offer our condolences."‎A murmur spread through the crowd.‎"As for Mr. Samuel"—he gestured toward the male teacher—"he simply forgot to take his asthma medication this morning. He is currently receiving treatment and is in stable condition."‎Simply?‎I frowned.‎There was nothing simple about what we'd witnessed.‎The principal adjusted the microphone.‎"We are carrying out a full investigation into Chidinma's unfortunate death."‎His eyes swept across the students.‎"Until then, no student is to contact their parents regarding today's incident."‎Silence.‎The words settled heavily over the assembly.‎No phone calls.‎No explanations.‎No going home.‎Something wasn't right.‎And deep down...‎I don't think any of us believed this was over.‎

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